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of your chosen calling.''

''You may now call yourself

'apprentice witch'.''

''Yours faithfully, Emelius Browne.''

My first broom.

Time to go. Everybody up.

Wake up, Paul.

We're going back to London.

Let's see how we fly this thing.

Here we are.

''Clasp the broom with both hands.''

Yes, of course.

''Never astride the broom.''

Oh, yes, of course.

''A witch is always a lady unless

circumstances dictate otherwise.''

''Take an easy, graceful

sideways position.''

Of course, that's much better.

An easy, graceful sideways position.

There we are. How's that?

''To start up the broom,

your basic formula:

La kipo necriff scrumpet leech!''

l wasn't ready!

Now watch this.

Here we go.

lt's going to be

a little different this time.

All right. l know it's not ladylike.

What's the matter?

- How does she do that?

- She's a witch.

That's the sort of thing witches do.

She don't fly good, do she?

- She's crashed!

- Now's our chance to hop it!

- Suppose she's hurt.

- Go on! You can't hurt a witch.

Look out!

She's proper cross now.

Let's get away from here.

Hang on. l'm having a bit of a think.

A witch she is, says you.

Then let's use the old loaf, says l.

- Let's get back to London.

- What we have here is an opportunity.

She don't want anyone

to know she's a witch, does she?

- Not ruddy likely.

- That's the opportunity.

And l intend to make

the most of it. Come on.

- Bran porridge.

- Thank you, miss.

Very healthful, l'm sure!

- Hurt your foot, Miss Price?

- Just twisted my ankle.

- Sorry to hear that.

- Thank you. lt's nothing serious.

Lovely weather for flying last night.

Why did you say that, Charles?

Game's up, Miss Price.

We know what you are.

l see.

Don't worry, Miss Price.

No one's gonna peach on you.

Thank you. l should be most grateful

if you didn't tell anyone.

Course there would have to be one

or two little changes made round here.

l mean, l'd like to see an occasional

sausage on the table here.

- A bit of strawberry jam.

- Charlie!

Let me handle this.

And another thing, Miss Price.

There will be no more of this wash,

wash, wash, morning and night.

Anything else?

Now you mention it,

l could do with a bit of lolly.

Lolly?

Cash. Cold, hard cash.

You must have buckets of it.

The most accomplished of witches

can't make money out of thin air.

Have you ever heard of a rich witch?

Be that as it may,

you don't want us to blab, do you?

Have you considered

what danger you might be in?

l am a witch, you know.

What will you do?

Turn me into a toad?

Lovely. A toad with pink eyes.

- l might just do that.

- Go on, then. l dare you.

Very well, Charles.

- You shouldn't have said that to her.

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