Spelling Trouble

Spelling Trouble
Nathan Reed

Maeve Friel

The second book in this sparkling, magical new series about Jessica, the ten-year-old witch-in-training. Writing that fizzes…that will enchant every 7 – 9 year old, especially girls.In Witch-in-Training: Flying Lessons ten-year-old Jessica learns the art of flying on a broomstick, using all the twigs to max effect, especially the Eject twig for getting rid of unwanted goblins. In this second title, Jessica learns Spelling and Charming under the watchful eye of Miss Strega. Jess soon learns to interpret the spellings; Grate Polish for Gnats' Spittle, Bath Plugs spell Bats' Legs and, of course, Ten-amp Plugs spell Teenage Slugs! But putting together all the ingredients to make a spell, or charm a frog are another matter and Jess makes more than a few mistakes in this second phase of her training. More fizzing fun with Jessica, Miss Strega and that lovey of the witch-world Hecate Darling…not to mention a few cats, night-in-gales and other familiars.

Contents

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Title Page (#u4ebffa70-3437-5a01-a699-123b372d6e35)

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

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Chapter One (#ulink_62bb02a8-f8f2-5916-8deb-cef1a72f37f6)

Jessica Diamond found out that she was a witch on her tenth birthday. She started broom-flying lessons at once with the legendary witch trainer, Miss Strega, and soon afterwards passed her Flying Test (despite a nearly catastrophic encounter with a tearaway goblin). Now she was about to begin her Spelling Lessons.

Miss Strega’s shop was founded in 991. It was an old-fashioned hardware shop, tucked in between the estate agent’s and the toy shop. If anyone peered in through the window they could see what a heap of junk it sold: There were hurricane lamps and mousetraps and flypapers dangling from hooks high above a stack of iron cooking pots; and untidy balls of string which unwound themselves and got caught up in broomsticks and bird scarers. But hardly anyone ever went inside and if they did Miss Strega shooed them away, saying she was closing up early.

When Jessica arrived after school that afternoon, she discovered the place was even messier than usual. It looked as if a tornado had just rushed through it. There were cauldrons, cobwebby crates and three-legged stools lying all over the floor. Dozens of dusty books were scattered on the counter beneath a pile of flying helmets. And Miss Strega herself seemed to have been blown into the cupboard under the stairs, for she suddenly emerged draped from head to toe in witches’ cloaks.

“What on earth has happened?” Jessica asked, dismounting from her broom and rushing to disentangle Miss Strega. “Have you been burgled?”

“Not at all, my little lamb’s lettuce!” exclaimed Miss Strega. “Perish the thought. I’m just having a good sort-out. We can revise your renaming skills at the same time.”

“My renaming skills?” Jessica frowned.

Miss Strega pushed Felicity, her fat ginger cat, off a stool and set down armfuls of cloaks. “As you now know, Jessica,” she said, tapping the side of her long nose, “I am the Official Storekeeper of the Members of Witches World Wide, the W3. My shop has to be a highly undercover secret operation so I make the shop look as uninviting as possible to ordinary people. Even so, once in a blue moon, some chump blunders in looking for garden shears or a packet of parsley seeds, so …”

“I know,” said Jessica, “you rename things so that they think they really are in a hardware shop before you chase them out. Like you put the Teenage Slugs in a drawer marked Ten-Amp plugs.”

“Exactly,” agreed Miss Strega. “There are two Spelling Programmes involved – Noquan and Sablit.”

Jessica’s eyes opened wide.

“NOQUAN stands for Not-Quite-an-Anagram. SABLIT – Sounds-a-Bit-Like-It. You’ll soon get the hang of them. Pop up on your broom and follow me.”

The back wall of the shop was covered from top to bottom in wooden drawers with brass handles and spidery handwritten labels.

“Look at that, for example,” she said, pointing at a label that read Parsley Seeds. “What do you think I really keep in that drawer?”

Jessica knitted her brow. “Is it Sablit? Pa’s Sleigh Beads. No, that doesn’t make any sense.”

Miss Strega stroked her long chin. “Try Noquan.”

Jessica allowed the letters to swim around in her mind. “Could it be a Sleepy Dress? A magic dress that makes whoever wears it fall asleep?”

“I can see you are going to be a whiz at Noquan,” Miss Strega chuckled. “What about Ten-inch Nails?”

“Oh, I remember that one from before. They’re Snails’ Antennae.”

“Grate Polish?”

“Gnat’s Spittle.”

“Slide Rules?”

“Yeuch,” said Jessica as she worked it out. “That must be Snails’ Drool.”

“Tickety-boo. Now, let’s do it the other way round. Where could you put the Dragon Spears?”

“Behind the Garden Shears?”

“Good girl. A pot of Happy Dream?”

“Nappy Cream?”

“Lungs of Skunk?”

“Sink Plungers,” Jessica grinned. “But what are they all for?”

“I was just coming to that,” said Miss Strega, “but first I’ll make us a stiff brew while you tidy away all this clutter. I’m sure you’ll have no difficulty in working out where everything goes.”

While Miss Strega stirred her brew, Jessica tidied up the shop. She was just putting the last of the Serpent Tears in the drawer labelled Secateurs when a book on the counter caught her eye.

As everybody knows, it’s very difficult not to pick up a book with a good cover. However, the book that caught Jessica’s eye did not have a good cover. In fact it did not have a cover at all. It was very grubby and spattered with multicoloured stains like a well-used cookery book. Indeed, as Jessica discovered when she riffled through the pages, Spelling Made Easy was a sort of recipe book but for very odd dishes like Astronomical Turnovers and Vanishing Cream. She flipped the pages back to the Introduction.

“Spelling is easy,” she read aloud, “but the secret of good Spelling is in the Mingling.”