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could see it. "I have it here," she
said, to make sure she was in the clear with the voice.
"Fabulous. Now, I guess it is rather quiet in
the store, so if you flip the sign on the door and bring it to me,
we're in business. I am at 349 Granby Drive, near the Pinewood
Turnpike. Do you know where that is? Bert's car usually is round
the back, the keys should either stick or else you find them in the
glove compartment."
Hilda reached for the crystal ball and placed it
next to the demon. Slowly she said: "349 Granby Drive, near the
Pinewood Turnpike", waving the wand over the ball in a complex
pattern.
"Ah, good. You're writing it down."
A small light happily danced inside the crystal
ball. It would be able to guide Hilda to the place that the demon
voice had dictated. "Yes. I can find it," she confirmed.
"Good. I suggest you take the phone with you, so
you can call me in case you get lost. I'll be waiting for you in
the coffeeshop across the street." The voice stopped, and the light
left the demon device.
Hilda looked at the thing, now dead as a stone.
She picked it up and shook it. Nothing happened. Hilda shrugged,
dropping it in her bag. The voice had said to take the demon device
along, so why not.
She looked at the book the demon device wanted
her to bring. It was large and heavy, too awkward to take along on
the broom. Shaking her head at Bert and seeing where not using
magic had gotten him, she shrunk the book and tucked that in the
shoulderbag as well. If the demon device used magic, she was at
liberty to do that also.
Then the wicked witch walked through the store,
the crystal ball in hand, to collect her broom. As she was going
there, she noticed the big book that she had dropped after whacking
Bert senseless with it. She picked it up and checked it, to make
sure it was not damaged. Carefully she put it on the table, picked
up her broom and left the store.
Hilda stepped into the alleyway, cast her spell
of invisibility and rose up into the sky. Once she was at an
altitude she thought safe, she dropped the spell and consulted the
crystal ball. The little dancing light pointed where she should go,
so she turned the broom and followed the indications of the small
guide in her hand.
The flight was not fast, as she had only one
hand to steer the broom, but after about fifteen minutes the sphere
already indicated that she should start her descent. Approaching
the ground, Hilda saw many places to touch down unnoticed, so there
was no need to hide her presence. She dropped down like a brick,
between two high buildings with no windows. Things were going well
for a change!
Hilda swooped the broom up just before the
bristles would brush the ground, a maneuver that she was good at
and enjoyed. Then the door was thrown open, some three feet in
front of her.
After the crash, the wicked witch found herself
sitting on the ground, staring at the door that slowly swung back
into its opening, as the little stars slowly dissipated from before
her eyes. Her face hurt, her knees hurt, but she did not care about
that. Her gaze dropped to the ground next to her and she got a
shock. Her broom had broken in two parts. The brush was cracked,
most bristles had fallen out. The plastic stick was flattened most
of the way.
"No," she whispered. "NO!"
Only then she heard the muffled sound from the
other side of the door. The door itself slowly swung open again,
and Hilda jumped to her feet, wand in her now free hand and ready
to strike.
A big bald man, holding his nose, was uttering
curses like a pirate. In short, the message that he wanted to relay
was that he wanted to know what blubbering idiot had slammed the
door into his face.
"It was you," said Hilda, her voice cold enough
to make ice crackle. Her dismay about losing the broom was evident.
"You opened the door."
"Yeah, I fucking well did, as I had to go
through it, dumb broad. Did you smash into it? Good. I hope you
hurt like fucking hell!" The bald man was not pleased.
"You
said, to make sure she was in the clear with the voice.
"Fabulous. Now, I guess it is rather quiet in
the store, so if you flip the sign on the door and bring it to me,
we're in business. I am at 349 Granby Drive, near the Pinewood
Turnpike. Do you know where that is? Bert's car usually is round
the back, the keys should either stick or else you find them in the
glove compartment."
Hilda reached for the crystal ball and placed it
next to the demon. Slowly she said: "349 Granby Drive, near the
Pinewood Turnpike", waving the wand over the ball in a complex
pattern.
"Ah, good. You're writing it down."
A small light happily danced inside the crystal
ball. It would be able to guide Hilda to the place that the demon
voice had dictated. "Yes. I can find it," she confirmed.
"Good. I suggest you take the phone with you, so
you can call me in case you get lost. I'll be waiting for you in
the coffeeshop across the street." The voice stopped, and the light
left the demon device.
Hilda looked at the thing, now dead as a stone.
She picked it up and shook it. Nothing happened. Hilda shrugged,
dropping it in her bag. The voice had said to take the demon device
along, so why not.
She looked at the book the demon device wanted
her to bring. It was large and heavy, too awkward to take along on
the broom. Shaking her head at Bert and seeing where not using
magic had gotten him, she shrunk the book and tucked that in the
shoulderbag as well. If the demon device used magic, she was at
liberty to do that also.
Then the wicked witch walked through the store,
the crystal ball in hand, to collect her broom. As she was going
there, she noticed the big book that she had dropped after whacking
Bert senseless with it. She picked it up and checked it, to make
sure it was not damaged. Carefully she put it on the table, picked
up her broom and left the store.
Hilda stepped into the alleyway, cast her spell
of invisibility and rose up into the sky. Once she was at an
altitude she thought safe, she dropped the spell and consulted the
crystal ball. The little dancing light pointed where she should go,
so she turned the broom and followed the indications of the small
guide in her hand.
The flight was not fast, as she had only one
hand to steer the broom, but after about fifteen minutes the sphere
already indicated that she should start her descent. Approaching
the ground, Hilda saw many places to touch down unnoticed, so there
was no need to hide her presence. She dropped down like a brick,
between two high buildings with no windows. Things were going well
for a change!
Hilda swooped the broom up just before the
bristles would brush the ground, a maneuver that she was good at
and enjoyed. Then the door was thrown open, some three feet in
front of her.
After the crash, the wicked witch found herself
sitting on the ground, staring at the door that slowly swung back
into its opening, as the little stars slowly dissipated from before
her eyes. Her face hurt, her knees hurt, but she did not care about
that. Her gaze dropped to the ground next to her and she got a
shock. Her broom had broken in two parts. The brush was cracked,
most bristles had fallen out. The plastic stick was flattened most
of the way.
"No," she whispered. "NO!"
Only then she heard the muffled sound from the
other side of the door. The door itself slowly swung open again,
and Hilda jumped to her feet, wand in her now free hand and ready
to strike.
A big bald man, holding his nose, was uttering
curses like a pirate. In short, the message that he wanted to relay
was that he wanted to know what blubbering idiot had slammed the
door into his face.
"It was you," said Hilda, her voice cold enough
to make ice crackle. Her dismay about losing the broom was evident.
"You opened the door."
"Yeah, I fucking well did, as I had to go
through it, dumb broad. Did you smash into it? Good. I hope you
hurt like fucking hell!" The bald man was not pleased.
"You
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