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240 pages, Paperback
First published July 5, 2021
"One more sleep. One more day at school. Then the whole of the summer holidays to keep an eye on Mum."He also sees it as his job to keep things quiet so she can recover - a lot of responsibility for a child to have.
"If he made sure everything was quiet and peaceful, if nothing unexpected happened, Mum would be able to rest. Then maybe she’d get better. There was a chance, right?"
" Dacker sauntered past, giving Toby a sharp nudge. “Holidays aren’t going to be much fun for you, are they, Bean?” he sneered. “Got to look after Mummy, haven’t you? I bet they take you away one of these days. A kid shouldn’t be doing all that stuff.”and is worried they won't be able to keep their house.
'It had always been there at the back of his mind - a black cloud hanging over him'. 'don't think, don't feel' is his survival tactic. There are a couple of times where it's mentioned how they used to have fun together, how much life has changed.
Toby raised his eyebrows. What a ridiculous rhyme. Yet, every cell in his body quivered. The sensible voice inside his head reminded him there was no such thing as magic, but he couldn’t help wonder, would something happen?
It was obvious which of them was the Head Witch. It wasn’t just Willow’s height which gave her presence– she exuded a quiet air of authority. Her face was unreadable, neither stern nor overtly friendly. It bore no wrinkles, no lines. It was as if she never betrayed great emotion. She was impassive with a touch of the formidable.
The more she talked, the more Toby felt as if he was falling headlong into a curious fictional world. He needed to take charge of the situation, before it completely spiralled out of control.
Bumble leaned forwards. “It’s good to be different.”
“Being different is horrible. Being different means you get picked on,” Toby muttered.
“Being different is great! Who wants to be the same as everyone else?”
Toby looked up at her. She sat there in her bright patchwork dress, a bat peeping out of her pocket and her head held high.
Bumble smiled at him. “Be proud to be you, Toby ,” she said gently.