The little witch

The boy and the girl with the broomstick

Steve closed his book and looked up. Who could have come into his room when his door was tightly shut? He saw a pale shadow and his desk candle-lamp burned out. He froze. The room was quite dark except for a single beam of faint moonlight crawling into the room through the window. He heard a soft cough behind him. 

As he turned around slowly, he caught a glimpse of what seemed to be a ruffled skirt. Everything was pitch black. Almost frightened to death, Steve did what any other terrified teenage boy would do; he screamed like a girl. But before he knew it, two delicate yet forceful hands swung over his face and slapped hard against his mouth and out of nowhere the lights turned on.

"Shut up little boy!" said the unknown creature. 

Steve fought with all his might but failed to loosen the tight grip by which the so-called "creature" held him. Entrapped and struggling to be free, he bit the creature hard. So hard that "it" screeched in pain and backed off. This was when Steve noticed the so-called "creature" to be nothing of the sort. In fact, it was a girl. Aghast, he stared at her in disbelief. Being an inquisitive boy, there would have been inquiries as to how she crawled up to his room, how she opened the window, how she snuck in and all kinds of logical questions, that is, if it weren't for the mesmerizing nature of the girl that stood before him. Captivated by her beauty, the stunned boy stared at her as if to speculate her every move from there on. He'd never seen such a spectacle of a being. But wait, was she a mere being? He found it very difficult to leave off. She was a gorgeous girl with pale delicate skin, bright purple eyes and the longest, reddest, shiniest hair he had ever seen in his life. She wore a short black ruffled dress and in her hand, was a broom. How peculiar? she was quite the sight; a beautiful embodiment of grace, but what caught his eye the most, was the amethyst moon necklace that hung around her neck, glistening with a special air of elegance as if in reaction to the beam of moonlight that shone through his window. It's beauty was exquisite. A thick band of gold encircling the amethyst diamond glistened and sparkled like the stars above. Seeing her was an ecstatic yet shocking feeling for our little Steve. She too seemed to be observing him but not with as much interest as he had in her.

"You bit me" she said. Steve was too shocked to reply. He had already been surprised but what he saw next was the cherry on top. The broom in her hand coughed! and all this time Steve thought it to be the girl with the broom not the broom! 

"Your broom just coughed ma'am" was all that came out of Steve's mouth.

"Ma'am? ma'am? is that what you're going to  be calling me? Well that's very nice of you. How weird.. I thought all mere humans were rude. "Mitsy, go take a look at him", and with that being said a cat jumped onto his lap out of nowhere and stared, looking at him straight in his eyes. Dark as ebony with eyes as green as emeralds, the cat glared into his eyes with a piercing look of observation. 

"Come here little one and tell me what he's like" said the girl with coughing broom. The cat seemed to have whispered something into her ear, but Steve couldn't even catch a word of what it said.

"Well Mitsy says you're good. I hope you are. I'm Raven. What's your name?". Steve gasped at her in a way that she too felt a little uneasy in his presence.

"Don't stare at me as if I'm a monster. Please do speak boy and tell me your name, or would you rather have me call you 'boy' for the rest of your life?"

"I'm Steve" he said. 

"Finally, It speaks."

"What are you, if I may ask?"

"I'm a witch. You know; we cast spells, help maintain earthly balance, cure diseases with herbs, help people and animals, fly on broomsticks and roam the earth while you puny beings are fast asleep."