01-03 The Little Witch

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Taïga has trekked through the forest to watch the Moonlight Fall’s Elementary school just in time to see everyone arriving. She stays on the other side of the road, at the edge of the forest with Minuit in her arms. She’s amazed at the number of children that goes there. She longs to start school, but at the same time she’s scared. She’s always been homeschooled, so she isn’t really used to play with other children. She supposes she should be happy and grateful not being obliged to go to school, but at the same time she wouldn’t mind having a few friends. She wonders if there will be anyone coming to knock on Granny’s door tonight…

Taïga watches the kids pile out of the schoolbus. Her attention is drawn to a dark boy riding his bike. He seems to be looking straight at her and she ducks behind a rock. When she dares take a look again, everyone has vanished inside…

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Back home at the Cove, she settles in front of the pumpkins. Together with Granny they have carved at least ten Jack O’Lanterns last night but there are still as many left.

Tonight is Halloween – or Samhain as Granny insists on calling the witches’ night. Taïga and Mrs. Brown decorate the whole morning and she continues carving after lunch until sunset, thinking about going trick ‘r treating – alone…

Well, with Granny. If she comes home in time… She seems to be true to her word, so if she doesn’t show up it’s probably because of something really important. Like that meeting with her “colleagues” she went to after breakfast.

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This was the last one!

‘Mrs. Brown! Come and see!’

Mrs. Brown nods her approval from the porch, and helps Taïga light all the pumpkins and dispose them nicely in the garden.

‘We better hurry, your grandmother will soon come home.’ Taïga rushes upstairs to change…

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Taïga is so excited to go trick and treat for the first time in her life. Mrs. Brown has cleaned and ironed her mother’s old outfit and even if Taïga would rather have dressed like an astronaut or a dinosaur, the old Leprechaun costume will do. With or without the red pants Mrs. Brown couldn’t lay her hands on.

The most important is not being recognized… Well, nobody knows me anyway…

Tired of waiting she goes outside to check if she can see Granny coming. Or even better – some kids her age showing up at her house! But there’s not a living soul around, apart from Minuit and the garden gnomes. Even though they hardly can count for living…

She lifts the beard to scratch her chin. Poor Santa, having to suffer an itchy beard all year. But where’s Granny? She promised… Disappointed, she returns inside.

Mrs. Brown is looking for something important in the attic and Granny left early to attend a meeting with the North Covens and has probably forgotten all about going trick or treating with her grandchild…

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Taïga is bored of waiting. And disillusioned. Grown-ups are so selfish.

She fetches the blue wand she found under the floorboards, and walks through the empty house, imagining she’s the King of the Leprechauns with incredible magic, transforming the Cove into a castle. Back in the kitchen she takes some homemade candy from the tray Mrs. Brown has prepared in view of tonight, but she’s sure no one will come…

Minuit meows, she has brought a little brown lizard. Laughing, Taïga scoops it up.

‘Poor little fellow, you’re not dressed up for tonight? Wait a minute.’

She holds the little frightened lizard up in front of her and waves her wand, ‘Simsalabim! Change the color of the lizard Minuit just brought in!’

To her surprise the wand comes to life and a shower of multicolored tiny stars erupts, settling on the lizard and transforming it into an exotic looking reptile.

‘Wow…’ She tiptoes over to the door and checks the hall. No sign of Mrs. Brown. She bites her lower lip. She knows she shouldn’t… But there’s no one around, and she just wants to give it another try.

She justifies herself, saying to Minuit, ‘It could have been a coincidence after all… I mean, we won’t know for sure if we don’t try again, huh?’

Minuit blinks.

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Taïga swirls the wand and tropical birds spring forward. This is fun!

Oups! A turtle!’

The wand describes a large circle and some squirrels jump out of nowhere! Taïga giggles and swirls the wand again. She almost jumps out of her skin when she hears the door closing, followed by hurried steps in the hall.

Uh-oh… Granny’s coming… She quickly hides the wand in her coat and heads for the kitchen door.

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‘I’m sorry for being this late, but if you’re ready we could leave-’ Granny’s smile fades as she looks around the kitchen. ‘Taïga? Can you explain this?’

Taïga stops dead. ‘Err… It was Minuit. She… err, brought them all… inside. Here – into the kitchen!’

Granny fixes her granddaughter, ‘A lizard, two canary birds and a turtle?’

‘Eh… yes…’

‘I don’t know why you’re lying to me Taïga. Now leave!’

‘But it’s Halloween!’

‘I said – LEAVE! I have to take care of this mess…’ She looks over her shoulder at her grandchild. ‘Are you still here? Just… just go upstairs! And do something useful. Like your homework!’

‘I can’t.’

‘Don’t answer back!’

‘But really, Granny.’ Taïga starts to cry, ‘I can’t do my homework. I don’t… I don’t… I don’t go to school!’

Granny waves a finger in front of Taïga’s nose, ‘Well, you should. All children should go to school! An idle brain is the devil’s workshop!’

Taïga turns and runs from her angry grandmother, right into Mrs. Brown’s arms. The housekeeper steadies the little girl, who fights her off and continues upstairs, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Mrs. Brown looks accusingly at Granny, ‘You’re wrong, you shouldn’t have-’

‘When I need your advice, Mrs. Brown, I’ll ask for it!’

‘-been so harsh. Poor thing has waited for you the whole afternoon, carving pumpkins to prepare for Halloween, and now she’s punished from going trick or treating! And it’s not her fault she’s not going to school.’

They stare at each other for a moment, and it’s finally Granny who backs down.

How could I have missed that? Of course she must go to school…

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Later the same evening, Taïga is reading in front of the fire.

She yawns. This book is so boring, it must be extremely useful – if you plan on becoming an angler that is! She tries to concentrate on her book, but it’s difficult with all the scary noise from upstairs. What is Granny doing up there? It sounds like she’s breaking things, or at least throwing them around! She must be terribly angry…

An eerie silence replaces suddenly the noise and Taïga holds her breath. She can hear the stairs creaking, but keeps her eyes glued to the page, starting on the same sentence for the umpteenth time, her heart beating fast.

Granny stops on the stairs and takes in the peaceful scene. She clears her throat, ‘Taiga, put on your pajamas and come upstairs!’ A little contrite she adds, ‘Please.’

Dutifully Taïga follows Granny upstairs, where she changes into her nightgown and struggles to disentangle her hair. Granny walks around the bathroom, picking up her discarded clothes and putting them in the hamper, mumbling to herself. Taïga surveys her out of the corner of her eye.

‘You should braid it.’ Granny points out.

‘I don’t know how. Mom used to brush my hair and braid it…’

Granny fiddles with Taïga’s long socks, folding and unfolding, finally throwing them into the hamper.

‘Here. Let me help you. Or we’ll never get you to bed.’

She takes the brush from Taïga’s hands and starts brushing the young girl’s hair with long smooth strokes. Taïga winces.

‘Tsk. Tsk. You have to suffer to be beautiful.’

‘Mom used to say that… I don’t ever want to become beautiful if it hurts!’

Granny clucks her tongue. ‘You mother was –is– a beauty, and I wasn’t hard on the eyes either when I was younger… … so there’s no reason you won’t grow up rather well.’ She parts Taïga’s long hair, dampens it and starts to braid, ‘If your father doesn’t turn out to be a troll or a goblin…’ she mumbles to herself.

‘Mom always made one.’

‘One what?’

‘One braid in the nape of the neck.’

‘Did she now. Well, I make two.’

‘But I prefer one. I think it’s a lot prettier.’

Granny meets her grandchild’s eyes in the mirror. ‘Your mother probably made one because it was faster. Two is prettier. Hold still now…’

Taïga is beginning to know her grandmother and arguing won’t get her anywhere. She clenches her teeth and fights the pain.

‘Did you braid mom’s hair, Granny?’

‘I did… Same raven hair, same curls… same knots!’

She sighs and secures the second braid. Taïga looks at her image in the mirror. It is pretty… She still prefers one, but two isn’t bad…

‘I have something for you.’ Granny says, putting away the brush and comb.

‘A surprise?’

‘I guess we could call it that…’

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Granny pushes open the door to the old dressing and turns on the light.

‘What do you think?’

‘Is it my room?’ Taïga looks  inquiringly up at her grandmother, who nods.

‘Yes. It’s your room.’

Mrs. Brown found Shasta’s old furniture up in the attic, and Granny has installed everything for her granddaughter with a little help from magic.

‘So that’s what all the noise was about!’ With a delighted squeal, Taïga jumps up onto the bed, ‘I love it Granny! Thank you so much!’

She lifts up a little unicorn- ‘It’s so cute! I love unicorns! Was it Mom’s?’ -then puts it back down next to a horrible little doll on her nightstand. ‘What’s that, Granny? It looks scary.’

Her grandmother hints a smile, ‘It might be horrible, but it is very fun. I’ll teach you how to use it when you’re ready.’

Taïga sits cross-legged on the bed. ‘When I am ready… When am I?’

Granny nods towards the dresser, ‘When you know how to use that blue wand of yours correctly!’

Taïga blushes. She should have known. Granny finds out everything!

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Exhausted from the emotionally draining day, the young girl creeps under the covers and asks shyly, ‘Can you read for me? Pretty please?’

Granny is on the verge of saying no, but changes her mind.

This wasn’t according to  plan, but if it makes her happy, why not? And I’d like to read all these formulas and recipes in the old spell book again to learn them better. Just this once…

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The next morning, Taïga discovers a cage on the landing. When she approaches, she sees a little squirrel inside.

Granny’s grumpy voice interrupts Taïga’s thoughts: ‘Just so we don’t walk on all these critters everywhere…’

‘How does it open?’

‘Let me show you. If we keep it, you’ll have to name it and feed it every day. And cuddle it so it gets used to you.’

‘Do I have to clean the cage?’

‘Uh-huh… Mrs. Brown can show you how to do it, but it’s your responsibility.’

Taïga thinks… ‘Well. I think I’d prefer setting it free, Granny. But I’d love to cuddle it a little first!’

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November comes with cold and frost. The surrounding mountain peaks are already covered in snow, but most days they are hidden from view by a dense mist… Winter is coming, but also Taïga’s birthday.

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Mrs. Brown has found out and is bugging Granny about it.

‘We don’t do birthdays, Mrs. Brown.’

The housekeeper takes the eggs from Granny, adding them to the array of ingredients covering the counter.

‘It’s important for a child to receive a gift when it’s her birthday. Especially since her mother is gone. Without a trace.’ She looks reproachfully at Granny.

‘It’s not my fault that she left before I had the time to undo the cloaking spell!’

‘Is it not?’ Mrs. Brown raises an eyebrow and with a sideways glance turns on the mixer, creaming butter and sugar together. The sound is effectively drowning Granny’s objections and she strides out from the kitchen.

Mrs. Brown is getting bolder and bolder, there’s no way to stop her blabbering since that dang child showed up on our doorstep! A present, a present! I have no intention of going into town to buy a new toy! She seems perfectly pleased with her mother’s ragdoll, and she has already got a new room. Well, it’s new to her anyway… More presents… Where will this end! She will grow up to a spoiled brat…

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The next morning Granny hovers outside Taïga’s room…

‘Oh! What a coincidence! I was just on my way downstairs…’ She holds out a simply wrapped white box with a huge red ribbon, ‘It’s not much, but I think you’ll like it… Happy birthday!’

Taïga squeals with joy, ‘I knew you wouldn’t forget!’

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She throws her arms around her grandmother, ‘I love you, Granny!’

Granny awkwardly pats the childs back, ‘Ahem, I … just open it!’

Impatiently Taïga tears open her gift, and picks up the small object inside. ‘A key? What does it open?’

‘The chest over there. Go on, open it…’

Taïga has never noticed the ancient chest before. The lock is old, and she struggles a little, but finally it springs open. She peeks inside,

‘It’s empty!?!’

‘Take a closer look. Go on,’ Granny urges smugly.

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Taïga bends over the chest and almost falls into it, when a prickling sensation makes her pull back.

‘There’s something in there tickling me, Granny!’

‘Good. That means it works. It’s a magic chest, with costumes. Just imagine what you would like to dress up in, and see what happens.’

‘OK.’ It seems farfetched, but this is a strange house, and her grandmother sure isn’t like any other grandmother. Actually, it’s the only grandmother she has ever known, but she is certain the others aren’t like Granny. She checks the inside of the chest again, letting the prickling sensation run up her arms and all the way down to her toes. Straightening up again she looks down at the velvet dress in a rich red color.

‘I’m a princess…’ she says in wonder. ‘Granny! Look at me! I’m a princess! A princess fairy with a princess-fairy stick! Look!’

Amazed she spins, making the long dress swirl. ‘Look how pretty it is!’

Granny’s mouth twitches at the sight of her grandchild radiating wonder and joy.

‘Can I get this dress in any color? In blue?’

Granny finally lets a smile light up her face, ‘Any color! Now let’s go downstairs, I know for sure Mrs. Brown has prepared something special for your birthday breakfast.’

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Taïga grabs the dress in a very ladylike manner, and slides her little hand into her grandmother’s as they walk down the stairs. Mrs. Brown is waiting in the dining room with a huge four layer Funfetti monster cake. Taïga lets go of Granny’s hand and throws herself into Mrs. Brown’s arms, thanking her.

Granny can feel the emptiness Taïga’s hand left and she clears her throat, ‘Maybe we should sing-’

Mrs. Brown stares in disbelief at her over Taïga’s shoulder.

‘-something appropriate?’

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They eat Funfetti several days.

‘I have been thinking about the chest, Granny.’

‘Have you?’

‘Yes. I know you’re a witch, and I guess that’s something I can’t talk about. But I mean, what if I have a friend come over and play? Could I show her the chest?’

Granny ponders the question. She hasn’t really thought about the implications of having “other” children running around wreaking havoc in the house. But if Taïga starts school, she’ll probably get friends and they’ll want to come over…

‘We could throw some rags in there…’

‘Granny! If I get a real best friend, I wouldn’t want her to play pretend in rags!’

‘We could transform them magically…’

‘Cool!’

‘Very “cool”. Now finish your plate and go write a letter to your mom…’

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Granny insists Taïga should write to her mother regularly, even if she has no idea where Shasta is, and thus cannot post the letters. She thinks it could be good for her grandchild to write down her feelings, keeping up a semblance of dialogue with her missing mom.

Dear Mom,Taïga chews on her pen and frowns. There is so much she would like to say to her mother, but it’s difficult to write it all down. Where are you, Mom? When will you come back? When shall I come to live with you? Mom, I miss you so much…

With a deep sigh she starts writing:

I’ll start school after the Christmas holidays. Granny says she cannot keep me at home any longer, just playing and not learning anything useful. She’s grumpy but I love her.”…

And I think she might like me a little bit too…

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Taïga spends much time with Mrs. Brown who is delighted to bake and cook for a child. But having the child in question in her kitchen can be quite overwhelming and what started out as Taïga helping with the dishes, soon became the scene of a battlefield. Mrs. Brown gently asks her to take Minuit outside…

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Taïga would have preferred to stay in the warm kitchen and lick the spoon of the tasty muffin mixture, but she obeys nevertheless. She puts Minuit down on the porch and takes in the huge mound of leaves.

November has brought a taste of winter, and the numerous trees have finally let go of their multicolored leaves. That means raking Granny’s lawn for hours, and start all over again the next day… But it also means huge mounds to jump in!

Wow… what if…? No, Granny would be angry.

Taïga closes her eyes and thinks about how fun it would be to jump in the leaves and throw them in the air… A prickling sensation overcomes her, just like when she unlocked the toy chest.

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When she opens her eyes again, leaves are dancing in front of her eyes. She gasps, and they all of a sudden swirls back onto the heap.

Wow! Did I do that?

Granny caught the scene from her study upstairs. Ohmygod!

She runs down the stairs, almost knocking Mrs. Brown over. ‘The afternoon tea is ready in the-’

‘We won’t have tea today! Or maybe later! I give you the day off!’

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She grabs her grandchild by the arm in a firm grip and drags her along. Once inside, she turns the little girl around and scrutinizes her from head to toe, feeling her forehead for temperature, checking the whites of her eyes.

‘Granny! What are you doing? What’s wrong?’

‘Shhh… Let me see your tongue.’

Obediently Taïga opens her mouth. Thank the Goddess. She’s not possessed…

With a sigh of relief, she straightens, ‘Taïga, take that broom by the door and come with me.’

Oh no, I don’t feel like sweeping the porch right now… ‘But it’s getting dark outside, Granny.’

‘Excactly! You’re very observant… Run upstairs and put something warm on. We’re going for a ride!’

A ride! Granny has never taken her for a ride! Excitedly she scurries upstairs, hearing Granny call for Mrs. Brown.

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Granny takes Taïga to the old graveyard on the outskirts of town. Dusk throws long shadows, and the bare trees seem to reach for them as they weave their way around the ancient gravestones.

Finally Granny stops and hands Taïga the broom. ‘Here. Ride it.’

Taïga holds the broom at arm’s length, ‘Ride the broom?’

‘Yes, go ahead!’

‘You want me to ride the broom!?! Here? In the graveyard?’

‘Yes, yes!’ Granny nods.

Okaaay… It’s official, Granny has finally lost it… Taïga shakes her head and straddles the broomstick. With a last sideways glance at her grandmother she starts galloping around the graves while Granny impassively watches.

‘Yihaaa!’

Maybe it’s too soon. But she’s so like me her age, and I flew my first broom at the age of- A scream interrupts Granny’s thoughts, and Taïga swishes past, so low Granny’s hat falls off.

Thank God. She did it!

Granny scoops up the hat, interrupted by yet another scream and a loud thud.

Now let’s teach her how to handle that broom correctly…

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Exhausted and aching everywhere from her numerous bruises, Taïga sleeps like a log that night. Without a bedtime story… and without crying.

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In the early morning she’s back up and on her broom. It’s still dark outside and the muddy backyard is sheltered from view. She bumps into the walls a couple of times, leaving muddy streaks on the wooden paneling and is so concentrated she doesn’t notice Mrs. Brown and Granny discreetly watching her, laughing hard at her attempts to tame the broom…

She doesn’t give up until she’s caked with mud, and the broomstick so slippery she can’t hold on any longer anyway.

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Thanksgiving comes and goes, the countdown to Christmas has started. This year, Granny invites the Crumpelbottom’s to share their meal. She doesn’t know anyone with children, so the two teenage witches is the best she can muster. Belinda is nice, she even goes out to build a snowman after dinner, but Bianca spends her time on her cell, texting.

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By the end of December, Taïga’s stubbornness pays off. Granny is proud to admit that Taïga handles the broom almost as well as herself.

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When Taïga is not out trying to get a hang on riding her broom, she spends her days painting…

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… reading…

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… discovering the Cove’s strange contraptions…

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… and playing with Buddy…

Christmas approaches. And there’s still no word from Shasta…

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Taïga wakes up early, and excited she runs downstairs. Nothing. No decorations, no gifts. Nothing. Granny emerges from the kitchen.

‘You’re up early, dear.’

‘Granny, I knew it!’ Granny looks questioningly at her granddaughter. ‘Santa doesn’t exist!’

‘But it’s only the 24th! Christmas is tomorrow… Don’t rush him!’ Granny smiles to herself.

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There’s a lot of magic at work on Christmas night. Both good and evil…

What was that sound? Taïga freezes at the sound of a low growling from under the bed…

Without thinking she gets down on her knees to check for monsters. The darkness under her bed seems impenetrable.

Empty…

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It was probably nothing… But she decides to sleep with Buddy, just in case.

Goodnight, Little Red Ridinghood…

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It has become a habit to check on her grandchild every night before going to bed, and tonight is not an exception. As usual, she tucks her in, but tonight something is different. She hesitates… Something stirs in her old heart as she furtively leans over, softly planting a kiss on the sleeping child’s forehead.

Goodnight little princess, tomorrow it’s Christmas…

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That night, Granny returns downstairs after making sure her granddaughter is soundly asleep.

She has decided to give Santa a hand, ‘It won’t do if he misses out on the fact that there’s a child in the house…’

Grunting she pushes the furniture in the den to liberate space, trying to remember all the Christmas spells she could possibly think of.

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Her wand draws complicated patterns, spilling glittery stars all over the first floor. Singing, Granny brings forward a brightly lit tree, multicolored socks, even a mistletoe… And of course presents!

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Dawn points its nose, giving a pink hue to the pristine snow…

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As every child on the planet, Taïga is up early on Christmas Day. She breaks into a run when she sees the glittering Christmas tree with all the brightly colored gifts under it.

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‘Granny! There are gifts under the tree! Can I open them! Are they all for me?’

Granny and Mrs. Brown are awakened by the joyous cries from below.

‘You did it.’ Mrs. Brown murmurs under her breath as she tries to keep up with Granny down the stairs.

‘Yes, dear. Did you ever doubt me?’ Granny murmurs back, tightening her robe.

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They share a succulent Christmas meal, spending the day together in the den in front of the fireplace. Taïga plays with her new toys, Granny starts on the book Taïga has bought her and Mrs. Brown is deeply engrossed in her Christmas present, a French book of recipes.

‘I love you, Granny! This was my best Christmas ever!’

‘Mine too…’

‘I’m just sorry Mom wasn’t here. I miss her so much…’

Granny holds Taïga close so she can’t see the tears in her eyes. I miss her too. More than she will ever know…

Part I – End of Chapter 03

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3 thoughts on “01-03 The Little Witch

  1. Aw, I love how Granny surprised Taiga like that, I wish though that Shasta would come back even though I know she doesn’t…:( that’s horribly sad of her to abandon her child like that? I wonder what those letters were about though.

  2. Granny is doing what she should have done to her own daughter, she’s starting to realize that. And the letters were from Magnus Darkling, bits and pieces that had been hidden from teenage Shasta who was desperately in love with him, carrying his child, and thus thought he’d abandoned her.

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