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  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  SPARKLE WITCH

  A NOVELLA

  THE LAZY GIRL’S GUIDE TO MAGIC

  BY

  HELEN HARPER

  Copyright © 2017 Helen Harper

  All rights reserved.

  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Other titles by Helen Harper

  About the Author

  Chapter One

  ‘Have you seen my scarf?’ I asked, managing to distract myself by gazing lasciviously at Winter’s rock-hard body. ‘It’s cold out.’

  ‘No. And stop changing the subject.’

  ‘It’s a very snuggly scarf. And I look really cute when I wear it.’

  ‘You look really cute whatever you wear. But you’re still changing the subject.’ His voice grew more insistent, with a touch of an imperious I’m-the-Ipsissimus-and-I-know-what’s-best-for-you tone sneaking through. ‘I think it would be a good idea for you to get involved.’

  In return I put on what I was sure was my best if-only-I-had-the-time expression and sighed deeply. ‘I’d love to but I’ve got Grenville sniping constantly at me for not moving faster and releasing more spirits. And some of those ghosts have been trapped here for decades. Centuries even. I’m concerned for their well-being.’

  Grenville hovered behind Winter and frowned at me. ‘Ridiculous girl! Did you not hear me say we were ahead of schedule and that you should take a break for the holiday season?’

  ‘Where is Grenville?’ Winter enquired. ‘I can talk to him. I might not be able to hear him but he’ll be able to hear me. He has to understand that relations with the living are as important as relations with the dead. I know he has different priorities but it’s not as if the ghosts are going anywhere.’

  That was exactly what I kept saying. Instead, however, I reached up and wrapped my arms round Winter’s neck, pressing myself close to him and inhaling the deep scent of his skin. ‘I know what kind of relations I’d like,’ I purred.

  For a moment he relaxed against me, one hand moving tantalizingly down my spine while his other brushed away an errant lock of frizzy hair from my cheek. He let out a small growl and bent his lips to my ear. ‘Nice try, Ivy. But if you were that busy right now you wouldn’t have spent all morning opening both our advent calendars and eating all the chocolate.’

  Darn it. I thought I’d done a good job of closing each little door to make it look like the calendars were untouched. I pretended not to hear him and let my fingers trail down his chest until they were close enough to slip inside his waistband. I was rewarded with a groan.

  ‘For goodness’ sake!’ Grenville yelled. ‘How many times a day do you have to be intimate with this man? You’re like a pair of rutting rabbits.’

  I murmured a response without thinking, the squirming delight in the pit of my stomach momentarily quashing my common sense. ‘Sex is excellent exercise.’

  Winter immediately pulled back. ‘He’s here.’

  I scratched my neck and made a show of looking around. ‘Who?’

  He rolled his eyes in exasperation. ‘You know who. I’ve said before that we are not here to provide voyeuristic entertainment for a bunch of ghosts.’ Folding his arms across his broad chest, he gave me the look. The one that suggested he was fully aware of exactly what I was up to. Then, unable to help himself, he quirked an amused eyebrow. ‘It’s just as well. I have lots of work to do and I told Maidmont you’d meet him to discuss the arrangements.’

  I pouted. ‘You just want me to dress up in a silly costume.’

  Winter’s eyes gleamed and I knew he was thinking of the sexy witch ensemble I’d put on especially for him at Halloween. ‘I like seeing you in silly costumes.’

  ‘It can’t be any sillier than what you usually wear,’ Grenville huffed.

  I glared at the ghost. ‘I am not the best person for this job. Not for miles. Besides, I’ve not seen Brutus for days. I was going to search for him and make sure he’s alright.’

  ‘The cat will be fine. Go talk to Maidmont and,’ Winter paused and allowed himself a slow, lazy smile, ‘we can finish this later.’

  ‘But Grenville…’

  Winter cleared his throat and addressed the air. ‘Grenville, as the current Ipsissimus of the Hallowed Order for Magical Enlightenment, I am seconding Ivy for another job. She will return to her normal duties later.’

  Both he and Grenville smirked at me. They weren’t genetically related in any way but sometimes I could swear they shared the exact same DNA. I threw up my hands and gave in. I wasn’t going to win. Besides, how hard could helping out at Santa’s grotto be? Piece. Of. Christmas. Cake.

  ***

  There were many benefits to being the one and only squeeze of the Ipsissimus. Every witch, regardless of their Level or place in the Order hierarchy, was keen to help me out and I’d managed to engage many of them in regular errand running. It was for the good of all, I reasoned. I was happy because I wasn’t working up a sweat; Winter was happy because I had more time and energy to spend with him; the witches were happy because Winter was happy. It was win-win-win. Of course, it did mean that I had to spend a great deal of my day being polite to people and saying hello. I wasn’t even halfway to the Order’s library where Maidmont and the grotto were located and I’d already been stopped half a dozen times.

  I thought I was safe when the path ahead was finally clear of red robes and the library building itself was in sight. Then, a young nervous voice called out from behind me. ‘Miss Ipsissimus! I’d really like to ask you about your thoughts on the workings of lavender versus mugwort in the workings of an effective weather spell.’

  Don’t ask me about herblore. Never ask me about herblore. I paused and turned. ‘Ivy.’

  The latest in a long line of young Neophytes blinked at me, dark hair framing a very earnest face. ‘Huh? I didn’t think ivy would work. Do I need to dry it first?’

  ‘My name is Ivy. Not Miss Ipsissimus.’ In fact, try saying Miss Ipsissimus three times in a row. It’s beyond daft. Repeating my name aloud had become a familiar refrain. Most witches still struggled with the fact that I didn’t possess a proper Order title – Global Phantom Solutions and Assurance Strategist didn’t have much of a ring to it. I’d suggested on several occasions that it be shortened to Assurance Strategist. Or even just Ass. Sadly, it hadn’t yet taken. But at least I enjoyed the facial expressions on the many humourless Order-driven witches I suggested it to.

  ‘Sorry.’ The Neophyte blushed and looked down.

  I glared. ‘Don’t apologise. We’ve never spoken before and you didn’t know what to call me. Instead of saying sorry, say something along the lines of, “Well, that’s so much better than wrapping my mouth around Miss Ipsissimus.” Or tell me that if I’d spoken in a full sentence then you’d have understood and I should learn the proper rules of grammar. Don’t say sorry for trying to do the right thing.’

  The Neophyte stared at me. I tapped my foot in response and raised my eyebrows.

  She coughed. ‘Uh, you’re very curmudgeonly to make such a big deal out of a name.’ She coughed again and blushed some more.

  I nodded approv
ingly. ‘Well done.’ I turned round and started walking again. This was a technique I was perfecting: flummox witches to the point where they’d forgotten why they wanted to talk to me in the first place and I could escape the conversation much faster. Unfortunately I’d clearly not perfected it.

  ‘So,’ she called out again, ‘Ivy, should I use lavender or mugwort?’

  I had to give her brownie points for not giving up. Stopping once more, I yielded to the question. Sometimes you had to know when to give in – I suppose Winter had taught me that. ‘What exactly are you trying to do? Weather covers a wide spectrum of possibilities. Do you want a sunbeam for your familiar to bask in? Or do you want to prevent a hurricane from happening? There’s quite a big difference.’

  ‘I’m putting up the Christmas tree in the main courtyard. We thought that some real snow would really add to the overall effect.’

  ‘Sure,’ I said sarcastically. ‘Wet, cold snow which will turn to sludge in hours is an excellent idea.’ I stared hard at her again. Fortunately this time she got the message and tilted up her chin in defiance.

  ‘Well, I think that snow will add to seasonal feel. A bit of snow makes everyone feel more Christmassy. Plus … plus … it’ll look pretty,’ she finished in a rush.

  Breaking down hierarchical barriers one witch at a time. I beamed at her. ‘Good. I still hate snow,’ I added, ‘but good. You’re learning to argue.’ I tapped my mouth and thought about it. ‘You probably want to use a combination of smoked pennyroyal with a pinch of yarrow root. I’m no expert in herblore, however. You might end up with nothing more than a snowflake or as much as an avalanche. I’d strongly suggest getting the help of a Second Level witch before you begin.’

  ‘Can’t you help?’

  I smiled. ‘I’m not a Second Level witch. I’m not even a First Level witch.’

  This time she looked me directly in the eyes. ‘Yes, but everyone knows how talented you are.’

  ‘Not at herblore. Honestly, you can do better.’

  She opened her mouth to argue. In the space of one little chat, I’d apparently created a monster. I held up my palms. ‘Look,’ I said, ‘what’s your name?’

  ‘Abigail.’

  ‘Abigail, the most important thing you can learn is how to get others to do your dirty work for you. The second most important thing is to learn your own limitations and act accordingly.’ I patted her on the shoulder. ‘Find a Second Level witch and we’ll all be making snowmen in no time.’

  For the first time, she smiled. ‘Thank you, Miss Ip— Ivy.’

  ‘You’re welcome.’ And with that, I tripped off to meet Maidmont.

  Chapter Two

  The costume Maidmont thrust in my direction looked tight, small and garishly green. It had definitely been made out of some horrifically scratchy material to boot. I gazed at it in genuine horror before addressing him. ‘I can’t wear that.’

  ‘Of course you can.’

  I shook my head with surprisingly vehement energy. ‘Nope.’ I leaned over to him and lowered my voice. ‘I’m Caesar’s wife. I must be beyond reproach. This thing you call an item of clothing is the very definition of reproach.’

  ‘You have to be beyond reproach?’ Maidmont enquired. ‘What about last month when you got drunk on my secret stash of sherry and then bespelled the old statue of the first Ipsissimus to dance for you?’

  ‘No one’s infallible.’

  ‘If you say so. How about last week when you commandeered a group of Neophytes to track down tiny mops that you could attach to Brutus’s paws so he could clean the floor as he walked? And then you told the Home Minister when he came for a visit that they were special ear muffs designed just for him?’

  I shrugged. ‘That was a one off. It’s not my fault Brutus rejected them. And you have to admit the Home Minister does have funny-shaped ears, even for a politician.’

  His expression was impassive. ‘Fine. Yesterday then, when you—’

  I interrupted him. ‘Okay, okay.’ I blew an imaginary strand of hair out of my eyes. ‘Enough already. I’m not perfect – I can admit that – but I really don’t think that being a grotto elf is using me to the best of my capabilities. You know I’ll be useless at all that running back and forth to get presents. And it’s sexist that the guy in the red suit who gets to sit down all day long and eat mince pies is, well, a guy.’

  Maidmont’s expression still didn’t betray so much as a flicker. ‘Are you saying that you’d like to be Santa?’

  Of all the grotto positions, it certainly seemed the cushiest. ‘Sure,’ I shot back. ‘Why not?’

  ‘Well, if you insist, Ivy.’ That was strangely quick. Maidmont reached into a sack placed conveniently behind him and pulled out a Santa suit. He shook it out then passed it to me. Like a fool, I took it. This time, there was a faint twitch at the corner of the librarian’s mouth.

  ‘What?’

  Maidmont blinked innocently. ‘Nothing.’

  ‘Something’s going on here.’

  ‘All we’re doing is making some cute little children as happy as possible. What else could be going on?’

  A suspicious twinkle remained in his eye. I had the nasty feeling that I’d been manipulated somehow but I couldn’t work out how. Or why.

  Maidmont smiled. ‘We’re opening in less than an hour. You should get changed. The grotto’s already set up.’

  I hugged the bundle of red and white material to my chest and sniffed. ‘Fine. But I’m only doing this out of the goodness of my heart.’ I turned to head to the restrooms.

  ‘Just keep all those cherubic faces in your mind, Ivy,’ he called after me. ‘And all the sweet, innocent joy you’ll be bringing to their little hearts.’

  ***

  Two hours later, I’d have happily murdered Maidmont in broad daylight. I’d have used my thumbs to squish his eyeballs and then I’d have strung him up underneath the nearest bunch of mistletoe with a length of twinkly pink tinsel. And I’d have laughed to myself while doing it. From the far corner of the grotto where he was watching the proceedings, he was certainly doing enough laughing of his own.

  My first child was a young boy with a pageboy haircut and rosy cheeks. He screamed in my face and almost shattered my eardrums when his present was a toy soldier instead of the train set he wanted. The second was a girl with blonde pigtails and dimples. She threw up a sticky rainbow mess all down my fake beard before I could even say a word. The third child pulled my replacement beard off and demanded to know (with several punches for effect) why I was posing as Santa Claus and what I’d actually done to the real Saint Nick. The fourth was quiet to the point of being mute but his beaming parents spent an extra fifteen minutes demanding photographs in a range of the strangest and most awkward poses. By the time the glitzy grotto curtain swished open for my fifth customer, I was making elaborate plans for my escape. After killing Maidmont, I’d run a marathon to get out of here if I had to. Things were genuinely that bad.

  ‘Ivy!’ Tarquin’s annoying face was a wreath of smiles as he sauntered in. ‘I mean, Santa. How wonderful to see you!’

  No pint-sized child followed him. Tarquin was apparently alone. When he walked up to me and tried to sit on my knee, I sprang to my feet. ‘No! Absolutely not!’

  ‘I’ve paid my entrance fee, Santa,’ Tarquin drawled. ‘I expect to get what I paid for.’

  ‘I’ll give you your money back.’

  He shook his head. ‘No refunds. That’s what the sign outside said. It works both ways.’

  ‘I don’t care.’ I pointed. ‘Get out.’

  ‘But I’ve been a really good boy this year.’ He smiled even more broadly. ‘I even saved the girlfriend of the Ipsissimus by killing a serial killer stone dead.’

  ‘You got lucky,’ I growled.

  ‘I still saved you. You owe me.’

  I glared over his shoulder at Maidmont. ‘We’re done here. I’m leaving.’

  ‘You’re doing a really good job,’ the librarian protested
. ‘The children love you.’

  ‘They hate me.’

  Tarquin smirked. ‘I love you, Ivy.’

  ‘You don’t count,’ I snapped. ‘Besides, you don't love me. You only love yourself, Tarquin.’

  He arched a look at me, one lock of golden hair falling across his forehead as he did so, and grinned. ‘But that's because I am really so lovable. You know that, Ivy.’

  I rolled my eyes. After the morning I had been forced to deal with thus far, the last thing I needed was to be backed into a conversation with Tarquin Villeneuve about his lovability factor. What I needed was to get out of here. And fast. ‘Actually,’ I said, tilting my head to one side, ‘you are looking rather handsome today. I like the way that you've managed to get your hair so shiny and soft looking. You must tell me what conditioner you use.’

  From the corner of the grotto, and well behind Tarquin, Maidmont stared at me. His expression was clouded with suspicion but, after a moment or two, he realised what I was up to. He began waving his arms in alarm. My supposed friend, the good ol’ librarian, would rather see me suffer until Boxing Day than have to work with Tarquin himself. My old boyfriend might not be anyone’s first choice for Santa but neither was I. If I left, Tarquin would have to step into the breach and take up the reindeer reins. I’d show Maidmont.

  In any case, Tarquin was too puffed up with his own self-importance to have any real inkling about what I was trying to do. His eyebrows rose slightly and he ran his tongue over his white teeth as if to highlight his appearance. After all this time, Tarquin still thought that I cared what he looked like and that appearances were important to me. Considering that I was the witch who had wandered around the Order buildings only last week wearing a smelly tracksuit with a gaping hole in the crotch, a hairstyle which wouldn't have looked out of place in an eighties’ rock band, and the remnants of tomato sauce smeared across my cheek from the slice of pizza I'd fallen asleep on top of while waiting for Winter to return from work, you would think that Tarquin would know better.

 

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