Wednesday 3 June 2015

Wizard in my Potting Shed by Ella, 5JB

“In some water you will seek, what I mean when I speak,” muttered the crazy man, adding no expression at all. The wizard captured a thought, dropped his quill and darted straight through a chart of the periodic table. A slight draft searched out every gap in my hair. I could hear a thud getting louder and closer, louder and closer, until it stopped. A warmer and stronger draft brushed my face. It happened again, this time it was heavier and royal blue flames shot out of what looked like colossal nostrils. Or were they?

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