Witch Week. Diana Wynne Jones

term. Come to me tomorrow morning and tell me which you decide to do. Now get out of here.”

      He slammed the door of the staff room in Charles’s face. Charles stood and looked at it. That was a fierce choice Mr Towers had given him. And a black mark. But it had jolted his horror off sideways somehow. He felt his face going red. What a fool he was! Nobody knew he was a witch. Instinct had told him this, and taken his feet to the staff room instead of to Miss Cadwallader. But only luck had saved him confessing to Mr Towers. He had better not be that stupid again. As long as he kept his mouth shut and worked no more magic, he would be perfectly safe. He almost smiled as he trudged off to supper.

      But he could not stop thinking about it. Round and round and round, all through supper. How wicked was