Any Witch Way by Annastaysia Savage Read Free Book Online

just speaking.
    “Yes, Abigail, you may. I know this has been, well, difficult for you to maintain,” she replied with a smirk.
    As Sadie sat staring in amazement, Mrs. Felis’s entire body began to shrink. Her clothes began to become too big. Arms went up into her shirt sleeves. Legs disappeared under her skirt and her head and neck were lost within her blouse. Within a matter of minutes, all that was left of Mrs. Felis was a pile of clothing. Sadie stared in amazement. What had happened to her only friend? Just then, the pile of clothing began to move a bit. The movement was not dissimilar to that of a mole tunneling underground. Two seconds later out of the neck of the blouse popped a very plump, very grey, very unusual cat. The only thing that let Sadie know this was, in fact, Mrs. Felis, was that she still wore her glasses.   
    “Well now, that’s better,” said the cat while adjusting her glasses with her paws.
    Sadie was speechless, not that she would have spoken or even taken a breath at this point. Too much had happened, too many fantastical things, too many unbelievable creatures stood before her very eyes, and Sadie thought she might faint.
    “I’ll take a drink now…and I don’t care what’s in it,” Sadie rapidly spit out.
    All of the creatures laughed and one of the old women clapped her hands. When she did so a table full of every drink known to man (and some not) appeared before Sadie’s eyes.
    “This is just too much; I’m going to go now,” said Sadie as she tried to get out of the chair and leave. As she went to stand her legs gave out on her, her sight became a little blurry, and she plopped back down again.
    “All of this can seem a bit…much, can’t it, my dear? Take a moment to catch your breath. Let it all sink in, and we’ll get started,” the taller old woman said very matter-of-factly.
    She then turned to Grimm and Mrs. Felis and asked, “How much does she really know? And be quick about it, we’ve got fifteen minutes ‘til the midnight hour.”
    Sadie checked her pulse by her wrist, much to the amusement of the fairies who giggled in unison. She also noticed that the bookstore smelled less like musty old volumes and more like a pine forest. Since Mrs. Felis had turned into a cat, the fairies had taken to flitting around the gnomes’ heads. Their giggles sounded like a high pitched twinkling of bells as they fluttered about the bookstore alighting here and there to poke about. The two gnomes, who she now knew to be Elgarbam and Whistle (Whistle, for obvious steam-propelled reasons) went back to their reading and arguing, thumping each other along the way. The centaur was busy in conversation with the ghosts, and the water sprites kept splashing water onto him, much to his dismay. Sadie sat in utter amazement as the three old women spoke with Grimm and Mrs. Felis the cat, all of them talking about her like she wasn’t even there.
    As Sadie sat and watched and listened, she began to get very irritated and annoyed. She was mad that all of these…people…were paying her no mind, still speaking about her like she was invisible and all after abruptly revealing themselves to her without warning.
    She started chewing her bottom lip, wringing her hands. When that didn’t work to calm her fury or get attention, she began tapping her foot on the floor in a very loud, very hurried fashion. When no one still paid her any mind, she began to feel the pangs of resentment much like those she felt towards the mean kids at school who teased her and caused her so much pain.
    The anger took over, making her tremble; when it filled her up like an overstuffed omelet, she stomped her feet, stood up, and yelled, “ENOUGH!”
    As she did so several books flew from their places on the shelves and crashed into the wall opposite.
    Once again, the bookstore became silent and all eyes were on Sadie when they weren’t on the books that had flown off the shelves by themselves. The centaur started