was a witch and she hated black. Unfortunately, everything she owned was black:
her dress was black; her shoes were black; her coat was black and her hat
was black,too. And her hair? You guessed it, that was black, too. Even her
bedroom was completely black: walls, furniture, floor and the bed linnen!
all that black had made her gloomey. It upset her so much that she always
muddled up her Vs and Ws. Which is rather unfortunate, if you are a witch
and called Veronica. At school everybody called her Weronica.
imagine how Veronica felt about going to school. She loathed school. It was
bad enough that everybody laughed at her because she muddled up her Vs and
Ws. On top of that, Veronica was bored doing all those dull things. Making
potions should be fun, Veronica thought. They should be colourful and make
people happy. They did not, though.
did not like her very much either. One day, her potions teacher asked her,
Are you a witch or a pink, fluffy slipper? Veronica did not reply
immediately. She was daydreaming about owning a pair of pink, fluffy slippers.
That day she had to stay behind two hours in detension, writing one hundred
times: 'I am not supposed to daydream in potions class.'
was, her mum had been witch, so had her gran and her great-gran. This meant
she could not get out of it to do something else. It was tradition in her
family for a girl to become a witch.
was disappointed with her. All the women in the family had been top of their
class. Veronica was at the bottom of hers. This was not because she was stupid.
She just did not like the things she had to do at school: stick pins in dolls?
She much rather would have played with the doll! Or how about that, make a
potion not to heal someone, but to make them ill! The only thing Veronica
was good at were the love potions.
looked glum to Veronica. She would have to go to witch school many more years.
There would be endless teasing until she left school, and thousands more nasty
potions and spells. No wonder she muddled up her Vs and Ws. Wouldnt
day, totally unexpected, everything changed. [...]
Sybille Sterk 2002 - 2004
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