Chapter 3

Chapter THREE Wilbur and I stopped in front of the gaping open front door and peered inside. It looked shadowy and smelled musty. Small shivers ran up and down my spine. 'You go in first, Mirabelle,' said Wilbur. You go in first!' I said. 'You're older!' 'You're younger,' said Wilbur.

'That doesn't even make sense!' I cried. Big brothers can be infuriating sometimes. I stepped over the threshold. I was so annoyed at Wilbur that I had forgotten to be frightened for a moment. 'I'm not a scaredy cat!' I said, sticking my tongue out at him. 'Well nor am I then!' retorted Wilbur, following me into the house. It was very dark in the hallway so I got out my little potion kit and poured a bit of amethyst crystal powder into my hands. Blowing onto it, I whispered a magic spell.

Crickle crackle, flicker fright. Light this place up, nice and bright! Immediately a little purple flame burst into life, hovering just above my hands. It wasn't hot, just very bright, and it sent dark shadows dancing all over the walls of the house, making it look as though things were moving. 'Hello!' I called in a slightly wobbly voice, just in case someone was there. Nothing. But outside the storm continued to rage.

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'Let's find Violet quickly!' whispered Wilbur. 'It's creepy here! And it smells funny!' He pushed a window open with a loud long creeeeah. A gust of cold wet air blew in, extinguishing the flame in my hands. 'Wilbur!' I hissed, feeling annoyed