Title: The Midnight Spell
Authors: Rhiannon Frater & Kody Boye
Published: Feb. 26th, 2013
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I kicked my dirty clothes under my bed and pulled the comforter over my rumpled sheets. Snagging the few stuffed animals I’ve been keeping out of nostalgia, I tossed them into the closet and closed the door. Callie yowled from inside. I cracked the closet door open and she walked out, snapping her tail at me indignantly.
“Sorry, Callie,” I muttered and kicked a few shoes under the bed.
My room is on the third floor of my parents’ Victorian. It’s an awesome room with high windows and a great view of the street below through the branches of the pine and oak trees lining our property. I swept everything on my desk, except for my laptop, into a laundry basket and shoved that in the closet, too.
“Cleaning your room?” My mom leaned against the doorjamb staring at me curiously. She held an ancient broom in one hand and I could smell the magic pouring off of her. Magic smells a lot like chocolate chip cookies, in case you want to know.
“Ian, the man of my eternal dreams, is coming over so I can tutor him.” I hated how high and excited my voice sounded.
“So that’s the reason you’re wearing a dress and cleaning your room?”
I looked down at the simple spring dress my mom had bought me for Easter. It had a kind of vintage look to it, with tiny sprigs of bluebonnets scattered all over a white background. I’d tossed on a blue hoodie that matched and was wearing ballet flats. Self-consciously, I ran my hands lightly over the skirt. “Too much?”
My mom grinned, shaking her head. “No. You look adorable. But there is no way in this world or any other that you can have a boy in your room.”
My shoulders slumped as I crossed my arms over my breasts. “Mooooooooooooom.”
“No whining. You know the rules.”
“Dad is totally going to embarrass me if we’re downstairs.”
“He will not,” my mother answered.
“You know he will! I’ve never had a boy I like over here before and Dad can’t resist embarrassing me in front of new people.”
“Christy, he’s just being friendly,” my mom said with a sigh.
“Embarrassingly friendly,” I grumbled.
“You and your friend can study in the kitchen. I have to start dinner anyway. We’re having tacos!”
I scrunched my face up. Mom’s idea of tacos bears no resemblance to anything ever created in Mexico. It only qualifies as a taco because the special spinach tortillas she concocts look a little like taco shells.
“Why don’t you come downstairs and help me chop up veggies until your boyfriend gets here?”
“See! That is the type of comment that will totally humiliate me!”
“Touchy, touchy.” My mom grinned and walked away, dragging her broom behind her. Little wisps of light lingered in the air in the wake of the bristles.
Snatching up my messenger bag, I trudged down the stairs behind her. The broom continued to leave magical traces as my mom descended past the second floor where my parents sleep, have their sitting room, and library.
“Time for you to go to sleep,” my mom told the broom and tossed it into the air.
It zoomed over my head, forcing me to duck, covering me in sparkles of light. It tore around a corner and disappeared from sight. I strongly suspect that the broom is out to get me. Seriously, it’s always showing up in my room at weird hours of the night, it likes to appear at random spots in the house like it’s spying on me, and it always likes to cut it a little too close whenever Mom lets it fly around on its own.
“That broom is a brat,” I mumbled.
“A little like someone I know,” Mom teased.
“It hates me.”
“It does not. It’s just playful.”
“Yeah, and Chucky is just a doll.”
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