Chapter 7

Chapter SEVEN Mum swung her legs out of bed. 'I do feel better after that nap,' she said, stretching. 'Certainly well enough to come downstairs. I'll have a cup of nectar tea in the sitting room and watch Honeyblossom for a bit.' 'Oh no!' said Dad. 'You stay in bed and rest, Cordelia. I promise you,

everything's under control!' 'I'm sure it is,' said Mum. 'But you look exhausted, Bartholomew, and it's getting boring being in bed. Have a sleep!' 'Really?' said Dad, looking longingly at the bed. 'Yes!' smiled Mum. 'And you can't catch fairy flu anyway, so you're safe.' She took Honeyblossom from Dad and headed out of the bedroom, her long pink hair trailing behind her. She did look like a princess. I found myself feeling quite jealous! 'Just one last job before I can go to bed,' said Dad, going to look at my pile of clothes on the landing. We must get your

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things in the washing machine, Isadora. We can't have any more of that soil anywhere. I'll fetch some tongs. 'Wait!' I said. 'Let me do it. You go and rest.' 'Are you sure you can do it without getting any of the magic on you?' asked Dad. I nodded, feeling a tiny spark of Mirabelle mischief flicker inside me. 'I definitely can,' I replied—but that didn't mean I would. Dad gave a nervous nod, then a more confident one, before disappearing into the bedroom and closing the door. I picked up my pile of clothes and

hurried downstairs with them as fast as possible, shoving them straight into the washing machine, then I ran my now sparkly fingers all the way through my hair!

Ten minutes later, I walked into the sitting room with a tray of tea and fruit for me, Mum, and Honeyblossom (Oscar had helped make the tea!). As I walked, I could feel my long, looong hair trailing across the floor. 'Your mum's going to notice!' warned Oscar. 'I know!' I giggled. 'But somehow I don't think she'll mind.' Mum looked up from where she was sitting on the sofa with a happy Honeyblossom on her lap. She was conjuring bubbles from her wand and Honeyblossom was trying to pop them by clapping her hands.