Just When You Thought The World Was Coming To An End, A Miracle Happens.
Chapter Eight
Despite being bright, Abby was rather young for her age, which might have explained why she craved so much attention, or it could have been down to the fact that her parents had never paid attention to her. However, when it came the time for the pupils to go home, Abby felt lonely. It had been nice having other girls around, some of them even talked to her, and it was great that she was learning magic too; at least then they all had something in common. It had been great having her birthday too. There had been a small party (which was much better than the lavish parties her parents used to throw; all they wanted to do was to entertain their friends, not celebrate Abby's birthday), but now everything was quiet again, even Miss Bat and Miss Drill had gone home.
Constance seemed to have changed over the course of the autumn term. Even Constance herself thought she had changed. She had become more protective over Abby than anybody else had, and if the girl ever felt down in the dumps, it was always Constance she went to; not even Amelia could comfort her.
It had been raining for days and days, and Abby was becoming very fidgety and bored. All she wished for was for it to snow. It wouldn't be Christmas if it didn't snow. At present, Abby was standing staring out of her bedroom window, her chin in her hands with a rather glum look on her face. Her bedroom door creaked, but she didn't have to look round for she knew exactly who had come in.
"You'll catch a cold if you stand there all day," Constance said, standing behind the girl and wrapping her arms around her. Abby shrugged as she snuggled in to Constance's warm embrace.
"I'm bored."
"I know, there's not much to do here in the holidays." Constance smiled as Abby turned around in her arms and gave her a hug.
"What am I going to learn next term?"
"My, my, we are eager aren't we?" Abby giggled in response and looked up at the witch with her sparkling blue eyes.
"You'll just have to wait and see," Constance said. She wasn't going to give away a thing, knowing that if she told Abby what she was going to be taught, the girl would be in the library at once looking the subject up.
"Oh, but…"
"No 'buts' you'll just have to wait." At that point, Constance glanced out of the window, to see hundreds of tiny white flakes falling from the sky.
"Look Abby, it's snowing." She helped Abby sit up on the window sill, before once again placing her arms around the girl and staring mesmerized at the snow.