Womby's School for Wayward Witches Series, #6-10

by Sarina Dorie

abruptly died away. My ears rang in the silence. Jeb stood, purple light emanating from his palms. White sparkles flickered above our heads before fading away. His voice thundered across the room. “This meetin’ ain’t over. While this matter is bein’ investigated, we got ourselves another pickle. Ahem. Mr. Puck.” Puck stood and stepped forward. His puff of blond hair was even more wild than usual. “Okay, guys, don’t shoot the messenger, but here it is: Sebastian Reade taught an elective, but the subject matter is essential for students for the spring exams. They need to know the basic grammar and pronunciation of foreign languages so they can pronounce spells correctly. The Latin helped students in Evita Lupi’s zoology and animal-magic classes and Grandmother Bluehorse’s herbalism and plant magic. The Gaelic, Fae dialects, Old English, and other languages were useful for Felix Thatch’s alchemy and potions and for Vega Bloodmire’s spells, charms, hexes, and wards classes.” He drew in a deep breath. “When situations come up and teachers need a substitute that often falls on Jeb, Khaba, and myself. Currently our principal is seeing to other duties off campus trying to raise funds, Khaba needs to focus on security and investigating Sebastian Reade’s death, and I’m still juggling schedule changes.” He allowed that to sink in. “Oh no,” Vega said with a moan. “So you’re asking us to fill in for the foreign language teacher?” Jackie Frost’s tone was as chilled as her Elementia affi...