Nathan Reed – Moonlight Mischief (страница 2)

“You’re nothing but an old bat,” the other cackled back.

And as if that weren’t bad enough, they started putting spells on anyone who tried to stop them. And then they started putting spells on anyone who got in their way.

Soon, the roof was crawling with giant cockroaches and honking hogs, while monstrous moths and old bats and horseflies buzzed and flitted around the roof tiles. Miss Strega and Jessica quickly fled for cover behind a chimneypot and peeped around it.

“By Walpurga’s Blessed Warts!” exclaimed Miss Strega. “What a lot of hocus pocus! All this – and the Games haven’t even started.”

“Who are those witches-in-training?” Jessica was flabbergasted. “They’re a bit scary, but I wish I could spell as well as they can. They’re lightning fast.”

As she spoke, a very distinctive and blood-chilling sound brought everyone to their senses. It was the President of the W3, Miss Shar Pintake, noisily drawing in her breath and sucking her teeth as the doors of the glass lift slid open and she stepped on to the roof. She looked very presidential and imposing in her ceremonial dress – black velvet cape, tall witch’s hat, turquoise and yellow stockings and a sash in the W3 colours of sage and purple – but she was clearly hopping mad.

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