Book seven in the Hilda the Witch series.
Hilda the witch and William make plans for a trip. Due to circumstances, it does not become the trip they had planned...
Excerpt:
William put an arm around Hilda's shoulders. "Relax, sweetwitch. Nothing bad is going to happen."
Hilda shot a look of fire up at him. "Nothing bad, eh? Then why did someone mention party combined with looney? Surely you can't believe that this is going to be harmless."
Ciera, who had begun to walk off with Krypteria, stopped and turned. "There is nothing to worry about, Grimhilda," the redhead smiled. "It's just a party. Time to relax, and dance, and music, and good food. I hope."
To make things ultimately clear, Irmgard and Hepatia came flying along on their brooms.
"Hello everyone," the Witch In Charge chimed down in a very loud way, "this evening there will be a festivity taking place courtesy of the Teluney family. The main hall of the school is currently being transformed by Zoltan and Willie Nelson, so please stay away from there for the moment, unless you want to be transformed as well. Appropriate garments for the evening have been delivered to your rooms, please make sure you are wearing them. You are of course free to use some magic in case slight alterations are needed."
Several cheers were heard from several throats. Hilda however remained quiet.
William wondered what was the matter, and asked her when they had arrived at their room where they found three large boxes containing the 'appropriate garments'.
Hilda eyed the white boxes as if she expected them to explode, jump her or do an otherwise unpleasant thing.
"Why so distrusting, witch?" William asked as he reached to take the lid from one of the boxes.
"Don't!" Hilda's voice almost cut through the room. "I hate this. People were in here, putting things here. This is... wrong. What's the matter with our own clothes?"
William shrugged. "Perhaps they have something in mind for their party, like a theme or so. Come on, Hilda, it won't hurt to just look at what's inside, will it?"
"If you want to look, go ahead. Your responsibility. I would suggest you keep your wand handy." Hilda moved away from the boxes.
William shook his head at the witch. She had her quirks, but this was downright silly. He did humour her though, and popped up his wand before he lifted the cover from the box closest to him. Then he peeked.
"Definitely something to be scared of, Hilda. There are shoes in it."
"See, that's how it starts."
William was puzzled about that remark, as Hilda did not elaborate on the what that started this way. "Meaning?" he asked.
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Hilda the Wicked Witch
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Hilda and Zelda
Hilda - Cats
Hilda - Lycadea
