Bea hurried to catch up with Emily.
‘Emily, wait up. We need to talk.’
Emily tried to hurry away. She didn’t want Bea to see the tears that were forming.
Bea grabbed Emily’s hand to stop her.
‘We have to get to class.’ She turned but Bea held her hand tightly.
‘What’s going on, Em?’
Before Emily could reply, Anar appeared in the corridor.
‘Well!’ exclaimed Anar. ‘If it isn’t the lesbian witches. You two disgust me.’
‘Why don’t you just leave us alone, Anar?’ Beatrice quickly let go of Emily’s hand.
‘Just leave it, Emily.’
‘No,’ Emily almost shouted. ‘I’m done with running away. It’s time you learned a lesson.’ She reached out and stroked Anar’s hair. ‘Such pretty hair —it would be a shame if it all fell out.’
Anar’s eyes smouldered.
‘—and that pretty face of yours, Anar—I would hate to see it all covered in spots before your next party. Too bad you don’t know any protection spells.’
Emily raised her hand and began chanting, ‘Princess, princess, let down your hair. By the light of the moon you will find yourself bare. By light of the moon you’ll be covered in spots.’
Light shone in Emily’s eyes. She finished and laughed as she took Bea’s hand and walked away.
‘How dare you!’ she heard Anar call after her, but she sounded more distressed than angry.
Miss Elizabeth stood at the window of her classroom and watched the girls go their separate ways. This was getting out of hand.