Page 52 of Cadenbury Town Does Halloween

The rest of the day passes quickly, with people coming in and waving on their way to meetings. For once there aren’t any evening meetings, so we can close the shop at a sensible time and head home.

I find I’m the last one home, even Sly, Ebby and the boys are here.

I smile at Enoch. “How were the animals?”

Enoch smiles at me. “They were amazing, I’ve never seen a badger up close before. The poor thing had a broken leg, I touched his leg and it fixed, can you believe that? I didn’t even think about healing it but it happened anyway, and we fixed a bird’s wing. Elaine said I can help the animals whenever I want too. How nice was that? Temp introduced me to all the animals that were there as well.”

As he’s talking, he waves his arms around and it’s only once he’s finished talking that I notice silence has descended.

“Don’t mind my brother, he’s a chatterbox,” Xander says.

“Nothing wrong with that,” Molly says walking into the kitchen.

“Nope there isn’t,” Emily agrees.

“I’m glad you had fun,” I say to him. I look at Ebby. “Did you have fun as well?”

Ebby laughs. “I did. It was good watching Enoch look after the animals and Elaine was lovely.”

“We need to figure out what your talent is Xander,” I say to him.

“I don’t think I’ve got one,” he replies with a shrug.

“Everyone has one,” Molly tells him.

“What’s your talent, Ernest?” Enoch asks me.

“Chaos and mayhem,” Adhan replies quickly with a laugh.

I glare at him. “Really? That’s what you’re going with?”

“I bet if we take a vote everyone will agree young’un,” Molly cackles out.

“You too Cuz, really?” I dramatically flop onto the nearest chair. “So mean.”

“But also true,” Titus adds, grinning.

I shake my head at them and then laugh. I look at Xander. “My talent is that because I’m a true witch I can do anything.”

“That’s not really a talent young’un. That’s more like throwing caution to the wind and oh I don’t know, triggering any and all traps set out in the Little Welling caves,” Molly says, cackling.

I huff as the others laugh.

“What were the traps?” Ebby asks.

“A turn around trap, trap doors, spiders, stuff like that,” I reply, waving my hand dismissively.

“And let’s not forget the rats, Ernest,” Cam pointed out.

“It was one time,” I gripe. I mean seriously are they going to keep bringing this up?

“I’m glad I missed that,” Ebby said.

“Alright boys, that’s enough picking on Ernest. Dinner’s ready. Sly, Ebby you and your brothers have a seat. The rest of you boys set the table and bring the food over,” Emily says.

And quick as anything the table is laid, and food is being handed around.

When there was a lull in table conversation, I see Ebby look at Sly and nod.