Veda Moonbright is a witch in the town of Tinderbox.
- The Brigade
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“Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake; Eye of newt and toe of frog, Wool of bat and tongue of dog, Adder’s fork and blind-worm’s sting, Lizard’s leg and Syndras wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.” She chanted. “Is that what you expected?”
The witch flicked a long bang of hair from her pale white skin. Her almost glowing blue gaze locked onto the young girls face. Wonder and amazement looked back from almond coloured eyes. An almost guttural “yes” escaped the full ruby red lips of the girl. “I’ve always wanted to be a witch” the child said with a passion that spoke of how little she truly knew. “You want to make potions of love and poison to drain a life away?” the witch asked again.
“Yes” replied the child. “Well maybe not the poison, maybe just something to make Andrew puke a little. He pulled my braid last week.”
“Revenge” the witch cackled. Veda liked to cackled every now and then, especially to those young things that always wanted to become some fairy tale witch. Never the ugly ones mind you. The White Witch that granted wishes or saved the Princess or Prince from death at the last minute. Veda often thought it would have been better to have saved them in the last hour or day or even a week before it got anywhere near dangerous. Then again maybe that was a parent’s job.
As the cackled faded away Veda gave the girl her best piercing-into-your-soul look. She stood to tower over the child, one finger slowly reaching forward, sharpened nail pointing right at the girls face. “You aren’t ready to be a witch” Veda used her best booming voice. She was very pleased with the way the walls echoed the sound. “Leave and don’t come back.”
The girls eyes filled with moisture as fear broke out over her face. Veda wasn’t sure but she got the distinct impression the girl might need new pants when she got home. It’s not the best way to discover an apprentice witch, but seemed to work. Veda didn’t enjoy scaring the girls, but those silly empty minded, romantic things would never make a proper witch. Besides she had to help deliver the Robinson’s baby tonight. Little James would come early and ‘cause a ruckus just like his dad had done to Miss Jones a few months earlier.