“Of course it is!” said the ghost that lived in the mirror. “Just remember, don’t talk about magic at school, and you’ll fit in perfectly.”
Alastair put on his new uniform, which included a shirt, blazer and trousers. These clothes felt very tight compared to his usual loose robe!
He dodged around the magic broom in the hallway and went downstairs. In the kitchen, his mother was mixing up a bowl of… porridge?
“A taste of the non-magical Life,” she said with a wink.
Alastair tried the grey goop. It tasted a bit better once he cast a ‘sweeten’ spelt on it.
While he was eating, his Little sister Agnes was casting spells on Jenkin, the family cat. She’d learned the ‘colour’ enchantment at Junior Witches’ Camp, and poor Jenkin’s…