"I see," said the witch. She rubbed her chin some more, calling on her last reserves of thinking power
by vigorously going over a bit she had missed the first time. But still the answer did not come to her.
"Do you know," she said eventually, "I really don’t know. Nobody ever asked me before and as you can see,
I don’t really fit either of your descriptions. Do you think someone should have told me what sort of witch
I am? Maybe my mum should have told me when I was little, or do I just have to decide for myself?"
The two children looked at each other for a moment, each one hoping that the other might know the answer.
After a little while, Louis thought of another question: "What kind of witch was your mum?"
"My mum?" the witch pondered. "My mum wasn’t a witch at all. She was a goatherd."
"What’s a goatherd?" asked Louis.
"Like a shepherd, only you look after goats instead of sheep," the witch explained.
"Oh, right!" Louis exclaimed. "So someone who looks after cows must be a coward!"
"Why are you a witch then?" asked Erin, returning everyone to the question.
"Why? I don’t know really. I suppose I was just very good at spelling when I was at school," the witch
answered, sounding none too sure of herself.
"I know!" Erin suddenly had a flash of inspiration. "Do you do nice spells or do you do nasty spells?"
"Yeh! Nice or nasty?" reiterated Louis, pressing the point.
"I’ve never really thought about it," the witch had to admit. "How do you tell?"
"That’s easy," Louis chipped in. "When you do nice spells, you will feel nice inside. In here,"
he pointed to his chest. "You’ll feel all tingly and warm. Also, some people might smile at you and
say 'thank you' to you in a soft voice. They might do something nice for you in return.
When you do nasty spells, you will feel a bit sick. A bit further down," he pointed to his belly.
"People will shout at you and tell you off. They might stop speaking for a while or they might even
never speak to you again. They might do something nasty to get back at you."
"I see," said the witch. "Well, now you’ve explained it, I think I probably do both kinds of spell."
"Both!?" exclaimed the children in unison.
"You can’t do both! You have to choose one or the other. Otherwise, how will anyone know what kind of
witch you are?" Erin continued the questioning.
"I’ve never really thought about it like that," the witch had to admit. "I didn’t know that people
needed to know what kind of witch I am."
"Oh, yes." Louis confirmed. "People need to know what kind of witch you are. If they want a nice
spell casting, then they go and see a good witch. If they want a nasty spell, then they go to see
a wicked witch. I think you’d better decide what kind of witch you are right away."
"Hmmm," the witch pondered some more. This time she scratched her head as she had lost all faith
in her chin. "How can I decide?"
"Well, which kind of spells do you like best?" Erin asked.
"That depends, really," the witch answered. "Sometimes I am tired and fed up. Sometimes people are
horrid to me or to my friends. Then I think I like the nasty spells best. I can get my own back on
them and teach them a lesson. But at other times, people are really nice to me. When the nice people
need my help, or I want to thank them, then I feel much more like doing the nice spells."
"But you must like one better than the other," Erin continued. "What about that feeling you get?
Do you prefer the one in your chest or the one in your belly? Do you like people to smile and say
thank you or do you prefer them to shout and get cross?"
"Oh, that’s easy!" The witch decided. "The first ones for definite! No contest."
"That’s settled then," said Louis. "You should definitely be a good witch. It’s good spells for you."
"But what about when people are horrible to me?" The witch asked. "Can’t I just do a few little
nasty spells to get back at them?"
"Oh, no, no!" Erin answered. "Good witches must never cast nasty spells. If you want to be a good
witch, you must only do nice spells. That’s the rules."
"Not even a teeny tiny nasty spell?" the witch asked. "I don’t want to turn anyone into a toad or
anything. I was thinking more along the lines of a bit of an earache, or maybe a verruca."
"Nope. Absolutely forbidden I’m afraid. I’m something of an expert on these things. I’ve watched
the Wizard of Oz nine times, don’t you know?" said Erin.
"But what am I supposed to do when people are nasty to me?"
"Well," said Erin. "I’m not sure about that one. I don’t think that was in the Wizard of Oz.
Maybe you could try doing a nice spell for them anyway. Perhaps they are just feeling a bit tired
and fed up and you could do a ‘wide awake not fed up’ spell. Or maybe someone else was nasty to them
and you can do a ‘forget about the nastiness’ spell. Or maybe you could just ignore them and do a
nice spell for someone else who you think deserves it."
"I like the idea of that!" said the witch. "Thank you children. Can I do a spell for you now?"
"We can’t sleep," said Louis. "There’s a thunderstorm. Can you make it go away?"
"I have just the thing," said the witch. She reached up to a high shelf and took down a dusty green
bottle. She dusted it down and pulled out the cork. "Take some of this, each of you. Half for you and
half for you." she said.
Louis and Erin both took a drink from the potion and the room around them began to fade.
The next morning, Erin was awoken by her little sister. She was back in her bed, and the thunder
storm had stopped.
"What a strange dream I had!" Erin thought to herself. "Wait until I tell Louis about it." She got up
to go to the toilet and noticed the little door at the top of the stairs was ajar. Slowly she opened
it further an inch at a time. Behind the door there was just a cupboard full of boxes. Erin laughed to
herself. Of course. It was just a dream. Then out of the corner of her eye she noticed something familiar
on the floor. It was a green bottle with dust clinging to it in places. Its cork lay next to it. Erin
picked up the bottle and looked inside. It was empty. She thought she faintly heard a coin landing
somewhere and spinning to a rest on the ground.
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