Create A Scene Tueday (4)

Hi again! Below is this weeks hyrda heads.

For rules – please see Create a Scene Tuesdays.

For last weeks entries – click here!

This week:

 Character – Young Witch

 Action – Casting their first spell

 Setting – School Setting

My entry: Nichole dodged through the hall. An old spell book tucked under her arm. She raced to room 106. The room was empty and dark. She slipped in, keeping an eye out for Mrs. Franklin.

She walked to the students’ desks and pushed them back, forming a circle around her. She placed her book on the teacher’s desk and flipped open the book. The pages were blank.

“What the… Why did my great aunt leave me an empty book?”

There was a harsh cough that echoed throughout the room. Nichole wheeled around, but no one was there. She turned back to find the book floating in mid-air. Two eyes were perched on the leather binding.

“Lesson one,” the pages fluttered, “never judge a book by its cover.”


“Now, to be a witch you must practice the art of spell casting. We’ll start with the levitation spell.  Concentrate on your target and repeat Lightous Featurous!”

Nichole jumped to her feet. She raised her hand, focusing on a chair.

Lightous Featurous!”

The chair shook and shot across the room, slamming through the desks and into the wall.

“Again,” the book ordered.

The door cracked opened as a boy peeked in.

Nichole turned, startled, “Tightous Raturous!”

The boy shrunk, landing on all fours. His nose grew long, his eyes became beady. He wrinkled his whickers as he stared at Nichole. Nichole picked up the rat.

“Transfiguration isn’t until the twenty-seventh lesson, dear!” the book snapped.

5 thoughts on “Create A Scene Tueday (4)

  1. Thanks, Renae! Sorry about the delay, I haven’t been feeling well today. I can’t wait to read your scene! And I hope everything is alright with your daughter.


  2. Kelsey, your scene is so much fun! Thank you for this series. It is a good way for me to stretch and write about new topics.


    Joan was still thinking about the diary as she walked into band rehearsal. Who had written it? What did the strange words mean? Why hadn’t she seen the diary before in her closet?

    She took her place with the other students in the semicircular rows and removed her clarinet from its case, absent-mindedly twisting the pieces together as she struggled to remember some of the diary’s phrases so she could look them up next period in the library. Nulla secondus? No. Nulla secundus?

    Mr. Johnson rapped his baton on his music stand. “Let’s get started, ladies and gentleman! We have only two days before the homecoming parade.”

    Joan’s stand partner, Charley, who was the first chair of the clarinets, moved the music they shared closer to him. “I hope you don’t mess up the triplet section today,” he said, not looking at her. Mr. Perfect never messed up his triplets. Of course, his playing was about as mechanical and un-emotional as a metronome, but his triplets were perfect.

    Charley played a third space C to tune to the rest of the band. He glanced at Joan, and raised his eyebrows, indicating he thought she was flat. She adjusted her instrument and waited for Mr. Johnson to start the first piece.

    “Try to turn the pages without dropping them today, okay?’

    “Nulli secondus!”

    That was it! She was barely aware that she had said the words aloud.

    She turned to her right to give Charley a retort, but he wasn’t there. She was now at the end of the row, and he was on her left. Mr. Johnson raised his baton and looked up from his music to cue the clarinet solo that began the first piece. When his eyes found her in the first chair, he looked flummoxed for just a second, but shrugged his shoulders slightly and gave her the nod to begin.

    She played the solo, which she had never practiced, with perfect pitch and flawless technique. Charley, too stunned to move, missed his entrance on the twenty-fourth bar.

    That was the beginning.


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