The mystery of the witches familiar.

Ch 4 Finding Help

Agnes

After leaving the Wizards house we flew back to our homes, the next morning we met up again at my house. As we were sitting down around my kitchen table for a mind morning tea the wizard Albert showed up with a “good morning lady’s” he came and sat down. “I have an idea” he said, “If we can convince a Dog shifter to assist us we could have him pretend to be a pet familiar of one of the ladies in the village and we can find our friends that way” he suggested. “interesting suggestion” I said, “But why not have him just shift and then smell his way to them so we can get them out that way” “Great idea” said Albert, “Right” I said before he could continue, “How do we find a dog shifter?” Albert replied “well umm, I think will need to get my magic book and collect some ingrediencies and then I believe we just wait till the full moon” “well, go home and sort that out then” I said with my hands on my hips and he left.

Albert

Oh boy that witch is bossy, but I quite like her. I thought as I flew home to collect some necessary items. While I was at home, it took me quite a while to find the correct book because I could not remember the correct pile I kept in on, finally I found it in my bedroom under the pile next to my bed. Then I had to collect some magical ingrediency, I had most of them, but I was missing a few bits. As I was just wondering what to do, the Witch Agnes turned up.

Agnes

Albert had been gone most of the day, I was wondering what was keeping him, so I decided to go and see. When I got to his crooked little house the front door was open and the living room looked ransacked, furniture was tipped over and books littered the tiny Livingroom. As I stood there, the wizard came down the stirs holding a bulging sack and a book under one arm. I asked him “My word, what has happened here?” He replied “Ummm, I was looking for the book and finding the correct ingredients” with a shocked look “On, okay” I replied puzzled. “Do you have…um” he said as he juggled the book and rummaged in the sack “mandrake root, Eels eyes and powdered ants I’m all out?” he asked “yes, if not I can get some” I said feeling a bit ticked off. With that we headed back to mine.

Earl

We have come up with a plan buster the parrot will pretend to be docile and love the crazy lady and then he can try and get word out to where we are, trouble is I think he is an i***t and may screw this up and the crazy lady’s pet cats don’t seem to like the bird. Here goes nothing!