Short Story: Beauchamp Witches

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Freya Beauchamp of the Beauchamp witches was bubbling with excitement for today was the day she finally visiting the town. Normally her mother went or her Aunt Wendy however both were stricken with a virus leaving them no choice but to send the youngest in their place. “Come straight home after you drop the basket off,” Joanna said in a stern yet hoarse voice “no lingering.” Fasting her cloak around her shoulders, Freya bustled about the cottage with her cat like green eyes searching frantically for a basket. “I just saw it seconds ago,” she muttered softly to herself. “Are you even listening to me child?” Asked Joanna. Spotting the basket in the corner, Freya hurried across the room while speaking really fast. “Got it come straight home.

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