"Does no one care?" I asked. "Shouldn't there be a team devoted to teasing out this information and breaking the curse?"
"It's become a story," she explained. "People nowadays tend to treat it like a fable. Or a fairytale. A way of explaining our existence here."
I understood that well. Humans had been doing the same for centuries. "Do you believe there's a way to break the curse?"
"I would never say it's impossible," she said. "I suppose most of us are simply content here. Life is good in Spellbound for the most part. There’s no incentive to break the curse."
Tell that to Daniel and Jolene.
"But you think I have an incentive, don't you?"
Juliet smiled. "I think you've proven yourself to be smart and capable and not from this world. If anyone is to discover a way out, I don't think it would be unreasonable to bet on you."
"I think you overestimate me, Miss Montlake," I said. "I'm in survival mode here. I'm just trying to get by. I don't have time for any high-level thinking."
"Survival mode, indeed. All the more reason to find a way out." She waved to a quick customer at the front of the store. "If you'll excuse me, someone else requires assistance. Nice to see you again. Don't be a stranger."
"Thanks for the books," I said. The only incentive I had right now was to make it through the next week. Breaking the curse wasn’t even on the list. Still, it would be smart to read about the town’s history. I needed to understand the pack, as well as some of the other paranormal dynamics.
I hugged the books to my chest and headed home.
Chapter 13
The day of Linsey’s trial was here.
We stepped into the Great Hall, which apparently doubled as a courtroom in Spellbound. I found out the morning of the trial that the judge would be Hester Longbottom. The process seemed fairly informal considering the young berserker’s future was on the line. When I raised the issue with Gareth, he appeared unconcerned.
"Anything special I need to know about Judge Longbottom aside from her son’s tragic history?” I’d asked before I left the house.
“She has a pet koala that she likes to dress in outfits." Not what I was expecting to hear.
Gareth had also suggested that Linsey dye her hair back to its natural color and lose the makeup for the day of trial. In the human world, the suggestion would've been the same. I decided to let Linsey be Linsey, however. Her outrageous look supported her outrageous behavior. She was a teenager acting out and a berserker to boot, and nothing more. Her actions did not suggest a future life of crime. I hoped Judge Longbottom saw it the same way.
I met Linsey in the lobby of the Great Hall. As instructed, she wore her usual black attire, combat boots, and obnoxious jewelry and makeup.
"How are you feeling?" I asked.
"Hopeful," she said. It was a good word. A word I wanted to hear. It meant that she hadn't given up on herself.
"What about your parents? Are they coming?" It would look better if the parents were in attendance.
Linsey shook her head. "We’re still not on speaking terms," she said. "Maybe after the trial, they'll come around."
I only hoped by then it wasn't too late. If I didn't do my job well, they would be visiting their daughter in prison. That thought did not sit well with me.
The double doors opened and an elf summoned us inside. This would be my second time in the Great Hall. The first time was my very first night in Spellbound. This room was where the council had informed me that I couldn’t leave town because I was a witch. Talk about a shock. I tried not to get distracted by the memory. I was here to defend Linsey. I had to focus on that.
Judge Longbottom sat alone on a raised platform behind a table. It was not as intimate as an American courtroom. The room was far too large for that. And grand.
"Good morning, Miss Hart."
"Good morning, Judge Longbottom," I said. "This is my first case, so I hope you’ll go easy on me."
"I should think you’re more interested in me being easy on your client," she said.
I winced. Not the best start to the trial.
Linsey and I sat together at a table in front of the platform. Adjacent to us sat Rochester, the prosecuting attorney. I smiled in greeting, but he didn't smile back.
"We will endeavor to dispense of this case quickly," the judge said. "The prosecutor has a noon tee time and I have a dental appointment."
It was good to know that justice was on a schedule.
"We see no reason why we can't reach a satisfying conclusion, Your Honor," I said. "My client has already pled guilty, so we are simply asking for leniency in her sentencing."
"The average sentence for vandalism is usually one year imprisonment. Are you aware of that?" The judge peered at me over her glasses. For a brief moment, it struck me funny that a werepanther required glasses. I thought cats were known for their eyesight, particularly large cats.
"I have familiarized myself with the sentencing guidelines for vandalism," I said. "But I would like to remind the court that Linsey is only eighteen years old. We've all made mistakes in our youth that we regret. She has offered to repair the damage done to Fern’s jalopy. In my conversations with her, she has shown remorse."
"And what about her condition the night of the crime?" the prosecutor asked. "Are we to ignore the use of illicit substances and the poor judgment she showed in running through town in nothing but a wolf pelt?"
"The pack has lodged a complaint about the wolf pelt," the judge said. "But that's a matter for another day."
"My client agrees to relinquish the wolf pelt," I said. I heard a whimper of protest beside me and quickly stamped on Linsey's boot. If a sacrifice was needed in order to secure her freedom, then so be it. The wolf pelt was the least of it.
"Miss Hart, what makes you so certain that your client's actions were simply a youthful indiscretion and that we won't be seeing her back in this room in another year for another, more serious crime?"
"Because I have spent time with my client, Your Honor. I find her behavior to be typical for someone her age. I also think she lacked the guidance that she has sorely needed up until now. I'm not sure if you noticed from the artwork on the jalopy, but my client happens to be a very talented artist. I’m hopeful that we can channel that talent into more productive uses.”
"I agree that she is talented," the prosecutor said. "The images on the vehicle were—ahem—very realistic."
The judge sat back in her chair, thinking. "So what do you suggest, Miss Hart?"
“I suggest no time served," I said. "My client is more than willing to do community service for the year. I would like to recommend that the community service tap into her artistic talents. Maybe working in an art class with children," I said.
The wizard beside me erupted. "I object, Your Honor. Let this wayward youth influence children even younger than her? Outrageous."
"What's the problem, counselor?” I asked. “Are you afraid she's going to teach them how to draw naughty images?"
The judge didn't appear as outraged by the suggestion. She focused on Linsey. "Young lady, what do you have to say for yourself?"
Linsey stood and met the judge's inquisitive gaze. "I am very sorry for the trouble I caused, ma’am. It was a lapse in judgment. One I promise not to repeat. Miss Hart is right. I haven't had appropriate guidance, but I am not going to blame my actions on that. I want to do better. I want to be better. I know there are people in Spellbound who can help me do that. I would love the opportunity to work in the community. Miss Hart said I need direction and I think she's right."
My heart swelled with pride. She sounded like…a grown-up.
"I am pleased to hear that you’re taking responsibility for your actions," the judge said. "I am inclined to take Miss Hart’s suggestion."
The wizard jumped to his feet. "Your Honor, I beg you. At least a six month sentence or we risk setting a bad precedent."
"For vandalism?" I said. "Really? She didn't destroy the car. I
t can be repainted easily enough. She has offered to do it, or to pay for it. She would also like to apologize to Fern in person. We only want to do that if the victim is willing, however."
The judge nodded, satisfied. "All right then. One year of community service. I would like Linsey to start her adult life with a clean record." She banged her gavel on the table. "Case dismissed."
Linsey's arms were around me before I had time to stand. "Thank you," she said. I heard the shaky emotion in her voice.
"I meant every word, Linsey. I want to find a way to help you hone your talent and find your place in this town. Everyone needs to find her place here, including me."
Linsey looked at me and smiled. "I think you already have."
Chapter 14
There was no time to revel in my first court victory—not when my broomstick final was the next morning. I couldn’t bring myself to leave the comfort of my bed.
Gareth was having none of it. “Kip’s over. Get up or I’ll tell Magpie to stand on your chest. His morning breath is one thing I don’t miss.”
“Do that and I’ll start inviting the harpies over for weekly tea.”
He groaned. “It’s for your own good. You've got your solo flight today."
"Stop following my schedule," I grumbled, yanking the covers back over my head.
"I really need to find a way to move tangible objects," Gareth said. "It would open all kinds of doors for me. I mean, I could literally open doors."
"It's good to have goals," I said. I continued to grip the covers over my head. I just didn't feel ready to face the day.
"What's the worst that can happen?" he asked. "You christen the head of your professor with puke? So what? It's nothing you haven't done before."
"You're not helping," my muffled voice said.
"You're not going to die," he insisted. "I know it seems that way. I promise you, your witchy friends won't let anything happen to you. In all the years I've been here, I've never heard of a witch dying on her broomstick."
"That's because she'd already fallen off," I said.
“Hardy har.”
"Just the thought of being so high in the air makes me nauseous," I said. I pulled back the covers so that I could see Gareth.
"You're still taking the anti-anxiety potion, aren't you?” he asked. "I saw the bottle in the bathroom."
"Stop snooping," I demanded.
"I can't help it if you leave your things everywhere," he said indignantly.
"I leave my things everywhere because it's my house," I said. "My things are supposed to be everywhere."
"I'll tell you what," he said. "You get through today and I will reward you."
I cast a sidelong glance at him. “You’ll reward me how?" How could a ghost reward me? It wasn't like he could bake me cookies.
He rubbed his hands together eagerly. "I don't know yet," he said. "I swear on my life, it will be something good."
I folded my arms across my chest. "On your life? You need to do better than that."
"Fine," he huffed. "I promise to tell you one of Spellbound’s best kept secrets.”
Now he was speaking my language. I flipped back the covers and hopped out of bed.
“What's a good outfit for a solo broomstick ride?"
"Obviously not a dress," he said. "Unless you think flashing Professor Holmes will give you extra marks."
"I'll stick to pants, thanks."
Now that I’d decided to go through with it, I needed to hustle. I was already nervous. Add tardiness to the mix and I’d be tight ball of nerves by the time I got there.
"You're bringing Sedgwick, right?" he asked.
"I can't decide if that would be a help or a hindrance," I said.
Hey, I'm right here, Sedgwick said.
I looked around and saw him perched on top of the dresser.
"Get your bird off my expensive furniture," Gareth cried.
Sedgwick continued to perch there, oblivious to Gareth’s protests.
Daniel waited for me in the kitchen with a bowl of porridge sprinkled with cinnamon and a dash of confidence. The dash of confidence was a nice touch, but just having Gareth and Daniel on my side made a huge difference.
“Do you want me to fly you over there so you’re not late?” Daniel offered.
“No, thanks. If Professor Holmes sees you, he’ll feel like he has to report you.” He wasn’t out of the woods yet.
I hurried outside. It didn't help that I had to walk all the way to the field where the broomstick session would be held. If nothing else, I was getting good exercise.
Everyone was there waiting when I arrived. Begonia shot me a look of concern.
"I was afraid you weren't coming," she whispered.
"I did consider it," I said. "But sometimes we have to do things we don't want to do. Part of growing up."
"I'm sure you'll do great," Sophie said. "You've been working really hard."
"Unfortunately, hard work doesn't always breed success," I replied. It was one of those rules I hated to learn, but it was a universal truth that could not be ignored.
Professor Holmes gave me a curt nod before calling Millie to the front. She took her place on the broom and completed all of the required maneuvers in record time. Professor Holmes seemed immensely pleased with her performance. Naturally, nobody wanted to follow her.
“Miss Hart," Professor Holmes said. “You’re up.”
"Me?" I squeaked. I was expecting to go last.
“You are the only Miss Hart here, I believe.”
I took a step forward and the professor handed me his broom.
"Good luck," Begonia called.
I gripped the handle of the broomstick and walked over to the clearing. I tried to focus my will, but my insides were churning. My anxiety was so high right now, though, I wasn't sure even magic potion could help me.
I swung one leg over the broomstick and placed myself three quarters of the way back the way I'd been taught. It still didn't feel natural to me, nor did I think it ever would. Even so, I knew I had to clear this hurdle. As much as I loved my classmates, I didn't want to be a remedial witch forever. Heck, I didn't want to be a witch at all, but no one gave me a choice in the matter. Like being short. Maybe you want to be tall, but your DNA has other plans.
I forced myself keep my eyes open despite the constant urge to squeeze them shut. I mustered my courage and said, “I was born for the sky/now watch me fly." The broom lurched once before vaulting me into the air. I desperately tried to keep both hands on the broomstick this time.
I rose higher and higher, my anxiety rising with every foot.
Watch out for that bird. Sedgwick's voice jolted me.
"Are you out of your mind? Do you want me to die?" I glanced over my shoulder at the spotted owl flying beside me. "Forget it. Don't answer that."
You’re still airborne, he said. That's progress, right?
I kept my gaze on Sedgwick as he flew slightly in front of me. It helped for me to have somewhere to focus my attention. Otherwise, I'd be tempted to look down. I definitely did not want to look down.
We’re flying over the academy, he told me. Oh look, there’s Lady Weatherby now. He swiveled his head one hundred and eighty degrees to look at me. If you're going to vomit, now would be an excellent time.
“Sedgwick, you’re horrible.” I glanced below. "It is Lady Weatherby, isn't it?" Even from this distance, I recognized the distinctive headdress with the twisted horns.
Don't get distracted, Sedgwick warned.
I forced my attention back to the owl. "I thought you wanted to see me fail," I said. "Isn't that how you get your jollies?"
There are a million ways to amuse myself, he said. Humiliating you is only one of them.
"I need to do the first maneuver now," I said. I knew the clock was ticking. I had to complete the set in ten minutes or less. Otherwise, it was considered a failure.
I’m rooting for you to get your broomstick license so you can deliver your own messa
ges, Sedgwick said. Let’s go.
I fixed my attention on the owl as he banked a sharp left. I quickly followed suit. I managed the turn without sliding off this time. Success!
The next maneuver was a steep climb. Sedgwick went vertical, and so did I. Nausea rolled over me, but I stayed the course. My hair blew back and the temperature seemed to drop five degrees. I leveled off to prepare for the next maneuver.
You’re halfway done, Sedgwick said. It was the most encouraging he’d ever sounded.
The third maneuver was the loop-de-loop.
My eyes desperately wanted to close. They did not want to witness seeing Spellbound from any angle at this height, but certainly not while upside down.
Sedgwick circled up and over. I didn't stop to think. I just did it.
I heard the cheers from the ground and knew that I’d done it successfully. I couldn’t bring myself to look at them, though. It was too much of a risk.
Only one maneuver left. The landing. It could still go wrong if I stopped focusing.
This part is all you, Sedgwick said. He flew off and I concentrated on the final maneuver. Some witches found landing to be the easiest part. For me, there was no easy part.
I pictured a giant X on the ground. As I moved my gaze from the sky to the field below, another wave of nausea slammed into me. I fought hard to maintain control.
"I can do this," I whispered to myself. The soothing sounds of a harp drifted through my brain and I instantly relaxed.
My gaze flickered to my friends on the ground, their expressions eager and supportive. I couldn’t let them down.
I steered the broomstick to the invisible landing strip and glided to the ground.
“Nine minutes and fifty seconds,” Professor Holmes announced. “Congratulations, Miss Hart. You’ve earned yourself a broom.”
I dropped to my knees and kissed the soft earth before vomiting all over it.
“I don’t think Jolene killed herself,” I announced.
Begonia and Sophie had insisted on going to the Horned Owl for drinks to celebrate my broomstick victory and my first successful trial.
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