![]() The facts on this necklace were all about brooms. ![]() Upon each piece she’d written one interesting fact she’d collected about a particular subject. She possessed many such necklaces, each strung with small, square pieces of papyrus. Witches weren’t supposed to have tidy hair! Eyeing the broom, Hecate lifted a hand to fiddle with the necklace she wore-one she’d made herself. Beneath it, her hair was long, black, and a little messy. Like the other witches here at Hexwitch School, the dark-eyed Hecate wore the standard uniform: a black chiton-which was basically a simple, flowy dress-plus red-and-white striped leggings and ankle boots. By that age most girls had been flying for a year or two! But maybe today was the day she’d finally win her own broom. Which was embarrassing! Especially since tomorrow was her birthday and she’d be turning twelve. She was one of a very few in her grade who couldn’t yet fly. It hovered horizontally several feet above the ground, about five yards away, waiting for her. ![]() ![]() Chapter 1: Flying Broom 1 Flying Broom AS HER TEACHER AND FELLOW witch-girl classmates watched, Hecate cautiously approached a magic broomstick. ![]()
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