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Authors: Debora Geary
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Elorie.
“I see her, Mama!”
Elorie waved and walked over to meet them,
carrying the world’s biggest backpack.
“That’s a huge bag, girl,” Nell said. “How’d you
get that on the plane?”
Elorie sighed. “I’m not sure, exactly, but it
has most of my work for the show, and I wasn’t about to let it out
of my sight. Customs was a small hassle, but I’m here now, and
grateful.”
Aervyn held out half his cookie. “Here, have
some of my cookie. It’s good for making the grumpies go away.”
Elorie smiled, clearly used to questionable
witchling manners. “I’m not really grumpy, just tired, but thank
you. I feel like I ate breakfast three days ago.”
“You didn’t eat for three days?” Aervyn’s eyes
got big. He wiggled his fingers just a little and held out the much
larger cookie canister he’d obviously just teleported from the
kitchen at home. “Here, have lots of cookies. Mama can make more if
we run out.”
Nell shook her head and laughed. “Welcome to
Witch Central, where life is always a bit crazy. Aervyn, send the
cookies back home, please. Elorie already has enough to carry.” And
the smell of Nutella cookies might cause an airport stampede.
Aervyn contemplated Elorie for a moment, and
then wiggled his fingers again. Nell didn’t have to wonder what he
was up to for long. Elorie squealed and spun around. “My
backpack!”
Nell tried to reassure her with a look. “It’s
okay. Aervyn just ported your bag to our house.” The look she gave
her son was more pointed. “That bag has some things in it that are
really important to Elorie. You scared her when you made it
disappear without asking.”
She could see his brain twisting that around for
a minute. “I’m really sorry, Elorie. I didn’t mean to scare you. Do
you want me to bring your bag back?”
Elorie shrugged her shoulders. “No, actually.
Thanks, it’s a lot lighter this way.” She reached for the cookie
tin Aervyn was still holding and grinned. “Besides, now I have two
hands free for cookies.”
Phew, thought Nell. Thank God for visitors who
could roll with witchling antics. That would make the next few days
a lot easier. Normal life at the Walker house tended to register
pretty high on the chaos scale.
Aervyn reached for Elorie’s hand to lead her out
of the airport. “So, how come you don’t want to be a witch?”
Didn’t I tell you to wait until she was
settled before you asked questions like that? Nell sent to her
son.
I did, Mama. I gave her cookies, and ported
her bag, and everything. Besides, you want to know, too. Everybody
does.
Her son might need a refresher on mind-witch
manners, but he was right. Nell did want to know.
Elorie met Nell’s eyes for a moment, and then
she looked down at Aervyn. “When I was little like you, I wanted to
be a witch more than anything. But I grew up and found out I’m not
a witch. That used to make me a little sad, but now I know it’s
just who I’m supposed to be.”
“Nuh, uh.” Aervyn blew off her answer with the
confidence of a four-year-old who knew he was right. “You melted a
computer, and Uncle Jamie and I can’t do that. You must be a witch,
just like Superman.”
Oh, crap. Nell was pretty sure Elorie’s confused
face meant no one had actually told her about the melted computer.
She linked elbows with their visitor and pulled out the best
distraction she could think of. “So, do you think my daughters have
found your backpack full of jewelry yet?”
Elorie turned a little pale. Nell reached into
the tin and gave her a cookie.
~ ~ ~
Jamie walked up to the door of Nell’s house,
holding the hand of his lovely wife and wishing he didn’t feel like
he was about to lose yet another argument. “It just seems like we
should be extra careful with our girl in there.”
Nat snorted. “Babies are supposed to bounce
around a little. That’s why they live inside a nice water
cushion.”
A personal water balloon didn’t seem like nearly
enough to
“I see her, Mama!”
Elorie waved and walked over to meet them,
carrying the world’s biggest backpack.
“That’s a huge bag, girl,” Nell said. “How’d you
get that on the plane?”
Elorie sighed. “I’m not sure, exactly, but it
has most of my work for the show, and I wasn’t about to let it out
of my sight. Customs was a small hassle, but I’m here now, and
grateful.”
Aervyn held out half his cookie. “Here, have
some of my cookie. It’s good for making the grumpies go away.”
Elorie smiled, clearly used to questionable
witchling manners. “I’m not really grumpy, just tired, but thank
you. I feel like I ate breakfast three days ago.”
“You didn’t eat for three days?” Aervyn’s eyes
got big. He wiggled his fingers just a little and held out the much
larger cookie canister he’d obviously just teleported from the
kitchen at home. “Here, have lots of cookies. Mama can make more if
we run out.”
Nell shook her head and laughed. “Welcome to
Witch Central, where life is always a bit crazy. Aervyn, send the
cookies back home, please. Elorie already has enough to carry.” And
the smell of Nutella cookies might cause an airport stampede.
Aervyn contemplated Elorie for a moment, and
then wiggled his fingers again. Nell didn’t have to wonder what he
was up to for long. Elorie squealed and spun around. “My
backpack!”
Nell tried to reassure her with a look. “It’s
okay. Aervyn just ported your bag to our house.” The look she gave
her son was more pointed. “That bag has some things in it that are
really important to Elorie. You scared her when you made it
disappear without asking.”
She could see his brain twisting that around for
a minute. “I’m really sorry, Elorie. I didn’t mean to scare you. Do
you want me to bring your bag back?”
Elorie shrugged her shoulders. “No, actually.
Thanks, it’s a lot lighter this way.” She reached for the cookie
tin Aervyn was still holding and grinned. “Besides, now I have two
hands free for cookies.”
Phew, thought Nell. Thank God for visitors who
could roll with witchling antics. That would make the next few days
a lot easier. Normal life at the Walker house tended to register
pretty high on the chaos scale.
Aervyn reached for Elorie’s hand to lead her out
of the airport. “So, how come you don’t want to be a witch?”
Didn’t I tell you to wait until she was
settled before you asked questions like that? Nell sent to her
son.
I did, Mama. I gave her cookies, and ported
her bag, and everything. Besides, you want to know, too. Everybody
does.
Her son might need a refresher on mind-witch
manners, but he was right. Nell did want to know.
Elorie met Nell’s eyes for a moment, and then
she looked down at Aervyn. “When I was little like you, I wanted to
be a witch more than anything. But I grew up and found out I’m not
a witch. That used to make me a little sad, but now I know it’s
just who I’m supposed to be.”
“Nuh, uh.” Aervyn blew off her answer with the
confidence of a four-year-old who knew he was right. “You melted a
computer, and Uncle Jamie and I can’t do that. You must be a witch,
just like Superman.”
Oh, crap. Nell was pretty sure Elorie’s confused
face meant no one had actually told her about the melted computer.
She linked elbows with their visitor and pulled out the best
distraction she could think of. “So, do you think my daughters have
found your backpack full of jewelry yet?”
Elorie turned a little pale. Nell reached into
the tin and gave her a cookie.
~ ~ ~
Jamie walked up to the door of Nell’s house,
holding the hand of his lovely wife and wishing he didn’t feel like
he was about to lose yet another argument. “It just seems like we
should be extra careful with our girl in there.”
Nat snorted. “Babies are supposed to bounce
around a little. That’s why they live inside a nice water
cushion.”
A personal water balloon didn’t seem like nearly
enough to
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