Gift for a Witch
Whizzbang twiddled his fingers, fervently hoping the gift to his witch friend, Hepzibah, was a success. She shouldn’t be running this late for her own birthday bash.
A shadowy shape sputtered slowly by his window, accompanied by a thud, a yowl and a stream of curses. Whizzbang cracked open the door and found Hepzibah heaped in a puddle of crumpled skirts and cloak, her feline familiar, Canker, sitting ignominiously on her face.
Whizzbang snorted, failing to conceal his mirth.
Hepzibah glared at him waspishly. “Your card said that spell would give my broom super-speed, but all it got was hiccups!”