Sadly I don't own Bedknobs and Broomsticks, I loved this movie as a kid and I still do.
Please let me know what you think, this is my first Bedknobs and Broomsticks Oneshot.
Evacuees to a Witch.
Carrie tossed and turned in the single bed unable to get to sleep; the teenage girl was used to sleepless nights when the fear of air raids had gotten to them all, and Carrie had quickly found it hard to sleep. But here, in the countryside without the hustle and bustle of the city, the noises on the Thames, the shouting and talking, the traffic, the sounds of the buses, it had all become blended together that it felt so strange not to hear anything hear except the sounds of the local wildlife.
But tonight, Carrie had another reason to have a sleepless night.
She and her brothers had dreaded evacuation from London. It was their home and they didn't want to leave it even if Carrie understood the logic behind the reasoning of the decision. With the bombing raids of the Nazi's, nobody in their right mind would want children to become victims of the bombs. And so many had. The Nazis didn't care. They dropped their bombs on the city, destroying schools, houses, churches, totally without any kind of feeling and so many had died. But Carrie and her brothers both knew they could survive, and truthfully they had been hoping to go with the other kids instead of going with Miss Price.
When they first met her, well, you would need to be blind and deaf to recognise the woman didn't want them; she had gone out of her way to ask for them to be moved somewhere else for their own safety. For Carrie and her brothers, it only made their decision to leave the woman that much easier. They were merely making life easier for Miss Price even if they collectively didn't care about the woman's feelings, but at the same time, it was hard for Carrie to accept what they had just witnessed.
Miss Price was a witch.
Magic existed. They had seen her flying on a broomstick, which was that mysterious package that she and her brothers had been holding and balancing between them while Miss Price rode them back with them in the sidecar.
Carrie might have pointed out to Paul who hadn't really gotten what was going on that Miss Price was a witch, but she was still struggling to accept the fact the woman they were with was a witch. When she had been younger, their mother had told her stories about witches and mystical spells, of people being turned into frogs while witches and wizards crowded over cauldrons and guided kings and queens. But while Carrie might have believed in something like witches and magic as a child, as she had grown older she had gradually lost her childhood beliefs, but she had never lost her childhood love of witches.
And now they were living with one.
Suddenly so many things made sense; Miss Price's manner, her desire to get rid of her and Carrie's brothers, her desire for privacy and her weird diet, and here she had thought Miss Price was forcing herself to make do with strange foods to make up for food shortages and rationing.
But Carrie wasn't afraid of the woman, whom she instinctively knew was not going to harm her or Paul or Charlie, but while she had concerns that Charlie's ideas for blackmailing Miss Price were not a good one, she found herself wanting to know more about their mysterious guardian.
Carrie grimaced in exasperation as she thought about her brother and what he was doing. It was typical of Charlie, really, he was constantly looking for a way to make a situation go his own way, but she felt he was out of his depth this time.
Charlie was good at taking advantage of things and getting what they wanted, but at the same time he had a habit of going too far and she was worried it was going to happen here.
I only hope that Miss Price doesn't do anything to Charlie if he says or does something we'll all regret….
Carrie wondered what had gotten the woman into becoming a witch in the first place; was her own mother a witch, passing down lessons since the time of King Arthur and the knights of the Round Table and Merlin, and Morgana Le Fay where she learnt the art of potion-making while learning about enchantments and spells, or was it something more recent?
Either option made sense to Carrie, but thanks to the privacy and the minor distance between herself and her siblings, Carrie was allowed to think to herself. She wanted to speak to the woman on her own terms without her brothers getting in the way, especially if Charlie was going to try to blackmail her.
When she finally went to sleep, Carrie dreamt of herself riding on a broomstick in the dead of night with a black cat sitting upright and proud, and when she returned to her home, she had a massive iron cauldron boiling and bubbling away with books on spells and sorcery and potions on the shelves.
My god, she thought as she had begun drifting off to sleep, I'm living with a witch!