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him.”
    “Why? He’s only a human.”
    “What do you mean, only a human? Humans are every bit as important as sups.”
    “Don’t be ridiculous.”
    “My adoptive family are humans.”
    “So?”
    “Please, Grandma, I need you to help him like you helped me when I’d been poisoned.”
    “What’s in it for me?”
    “If you do this, I’ll owe you a favour.”
    “I like the sound of that.” Her face lit up. “Come to think of it, my bunions have been playing up recently.”
    Oh bum!
    “So, will you help him?”
    “I suppose so, as long as it doesn’t take too long.”
    “We have to do it now—before it’s too late.”
    “You’d better magic us over there, then.”
    “Me? Magic both of us over there?”
    “I don’t know where he lives, do I? Here—take my hand.”
    Her bony fingers always gave me the creeps.
    I cast the spell, and the next moment, the two of us were inside Mr Ivers’ flat. He was lying on the sofa, and looked totally zonked out. I waved my hand in front of his face, but there was no reaction at all.
    “He’s a very plain-looking man, isn’t he?” Grandma said.
    “Grandma—focus! Has he been poisoned?”
    “Oh, yes. He’s definitely been poisoned. He’s under Alicia’s control. She’ll probably kill him when she’s had enough of him. Right, I’d better be getting back.”
    “Hold on. We can’t leave him like this!”
    “I thought you just wanted me to tell you what was the matter with him.”
    “No, I want you to do something about it.”
    “Very well. You’d better go and get me a cup of water.”
    I went through to the kitchen, found a cup and filled it with cold water.
    “There you go.”
    She put it on the coffee table, and proceeded to take all manner of ingredients from somewhere inside her cardigan. Whatever they were, they smelled revolting. After she’d sprinkled them into the cup, she stirred the mixture.
    “That should do it. Get him to drink all of that. He’ll be as right as rain within thirty minutes or so.”
    “What about when Alicia comes back? Won’t she just do it to him again?”
    “How very tiresome.” Grandma waved a hand, and I could tell that she’d cast a spell of some kind. “He’ll be okay now.”
    “What was that spell you cast?”
    “It’s the ‘wicked witch away’ spell. No wicked witch will be able to come within three metres of him from now on, so he’ll be perfectly safe.”
    “What about me? Am I all right to stay here?”
    “Are you wicked? Is there something you’re not telling me, Jill?”
    “No, no, of course not.”
    “Then you’ll be fine.”
     
     

Chapter 9
    Winky was glued to the window. No, not literally—just how cruel do you think I am?
    “Are you looking for Bella?”
    “No. She’s at the cat grooming parlour today.”
    “What’s so interesting out there, then? I hope you aren’t flirting with another cat.”
    “If you must know, my brother is coming to stay.”
    “When you say ‘stay’? Do you mean ‘visit’?”
    “In case you haven’t already noticed, I have an extensive vocabulary. If I’d meant ‘visit’, I would have said ‘visit’. I meant he’s coming to stay.”
    “What about me?”
    “It’s okay—he won’t mind you being here. He’s used to witches.”
    “I meant what about asking me if it’s okay? I might not want another cat in the office. Particularly if he’s as much trouble as you.”
    “ I’m no trouble. Anyway, Socks is nothing like me.”
    “Socks? Is he called that because he has white paws?”
    “No, it’s because he used to smell like old socks.”
    “Great.”
    “It’s okay. He’s grown out of it.”
    “When is he coming?”
    “Anytime now.”
    “Is his owner bringing him over?”
    “When are you going to get it, Jill? Cats don’t have owners . He’ll be arriving by microlight. Which reminds me—I’d better open this window.”
    “Hold on! Are you trying to tell me that he’s going to land a microlight in this