Magic Molly Book Three The Yellow Eye

By Trevor Forest

Molly Miggins is a junior witch who is given a place at the Witches Academy a year early. Molly is being fast tracked through the witch grades by the Magic Council who send her on a series of tricky tasks.
In The Yellow Eye, Molly is given a new task by the Magic Council. Molly is sent to the land of Splat to find a long lost jewel called the Bloodstone and return it to its owner, a sulking dragon called Fireshower. She must then persuade the dragon to hand over another jewel called The Yellow Eye which the Magic Council desperately wants to get back.
All magic has been removed from the land of Splat so Molly must find a way to complete the task and outwit a sniffing witch and a pair of crafty goblins.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Trevor Forest
• Release date: Aug 25, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476028842

Trevor Forest

Trevor Forest lives in Nottingham in the UK with his wife Doreen and two mad Springer Spaniels Molly and Maisie.Trevor is the author of 11 children's books including the Magic Molly and Stanley Stickle series.Trevor Forest is currently working on the third Stanley Stickle and the sixth Magic Molly books.

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Magic Molly

Book 3

The Yellow Eye

By

Trevor Forest

Copyright 2012 Trevor Forest

Artwork Copyright 2012 Marie Fullerton

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Special thanks to Maureen Vincent-Northam for her wonderful editing skills. Thanks also to Marie Fullerton for designing the wonderful cover.

I would also like to give a big hello to my Springer Spaniels, Molly and Maisie, who were such good girls while I was writing this book.

Trevor Forest has written eight books for children. For more information about Trevor Forest visit his website. http://www.trevorforest.com

Look for other Magic Molly books. Book one The Mirror Maze. Book two Gloop.

Chapter One

‘Molly Miggins we have a very busy day ahead of us. If you aren’t down these stairs in two minutes flat, your breakfast is going into the dog.’

Molly turned over onto her back and studied the ceiling. She wasn’t worried about her breakfast, she didn’t have a dog. Then she realised, it was Sunday.

‘It’s Sunday, there’s no school and we don’t have a dog,’ she yelled.

Mrs McCraggity’s head appeared round the bedroom door. ‘Our next door neighbours have a dog, and, in case you’ve forgotten young lady, today’s the day they deliver your witch’s cauldron. You have your cauldron-warming ceremony later on, too.’

Molly’s mood brightened considerably. She leapt out of bed, pushed her feet into her slippers and pulled on her dressing gown.

‘I hadn’t forgotten actually. I just hadn’t woken up properly.’

Mrs McCraggity sniffed and turned to leave. ‘I hope you appreciate all the work that’s gone into this party of yours.’

‘It’s not my party,’ said Molly. ‘Everyone just told me I had to have one. I didn’t get to invite any of my friends; all the guests are wrinkly old witches as far as I can tell.’

‘It’s a tradition,’ said Mrs McCraggity. ‘Every young witch has to go through the cauldron-warming ceremony before they make their own spells.’

Molly pulled a face. ‘Well, I was just saying that I’d be quite happy playing with the cauldron on my own. I’ve got some great ideas for spells. I think I’ll start with a…’

Mrs McCraggity blew out her cheeks and left the room before Molly could finish. ‘I see trouble ahead,’ she muttered to herself as she walked back down the stairs. ‘Give a young witch a cauldron and you are guaranteed to get a lot of mess, and who has to clean it up? Me, that’s who...’

Molly rushed through to the bathroom and washed her hands and face. She ran down the stairs and reached her seat just as Granny Whitewand hobbled into the room.

‘Good morning, Granny Whitewand,’ muttered Molly through a mouthful of toast.

‘Eh? What was that? I didn’t quite catch it.’ Granny Whitewand cocked her head to one side and held her hand to her ear.

‘I was just saying good morning,’ coughed Molly, as a crumb went down the wrong side of her throat.

‘Ah, I see,’ said the old witch. ‘It didn’t sound like English; I thought you were doing your French homework.’ Granny Whitewand sat down at the table, sucked her teeth into place, and reached for the teapot.

‘I’ll get that,’ said Mrs McCraggity. She was the housekeeper and was always cleaning up after Granny Whitewand. She poured tea into a cup and placed it on the table directly in front of her.

Granny Whitewand splashed four lumps of sugar into the cup, picked up a spoon and stirred the tea with a shaky hand. After a full minute, she put the spoon down and drank her tea with a loud slurp.

‘Ah, that’s hit the spot.’ Granny Whitewand closed her eyes and smiled.

Molly finished her toast and poured a generous helping of Wheaty Flakes into her bowl. She was just adding the milk when the doorbell rang.

Molly leapt from the table and ran to the door. ‘That’ll be my cauldron delivery,’ she yelled. She yanked the door open to find an old man in a red uniform looking down at her over a pair of thick spectacles.

‘Would Ms M. Miggins live here?’ he asked.

‘She would, and does,’ said Molly quickly. ‘It’s me as a matter of fact.’

The man looked over Molly’s head at Mrs McCraggity and Granny Whitewand. ‘Ms M. Miggins,’ he repeated.

‘It’s me, it’s me, give me my parcel,’ urged Molly.

‘Not so fast,’ said the man. ‘How do I know you’re the right Ms Miggins? I can’t go handing out valuable equipment without proof.’

Molly felt into her pocket and pulled out her Witch’s Academy identity card. She pointed to the photograph and then to her face. ‘See,’ she said. ‘Me.’

‘I suppose that’s all right,’ said the man. ‘Sign here please.’

He handed Molly a clipboard with a sheet of paper containing a list of addresses. Molly scanned the sheet until she found her name and signed the box next to it. The man checked it carefully then handed her a small brown box.

‘Is that it?’ said Molly.

‘That’s it,’ said the man.

‘I was expecting something a little larger,’ said Molly looking down the path towards his van. ‘Are you sure this is the right parcel?’

The man pointed to the address label. ‘I don’t make mistakes,’ he said.

Mrs McCraggity patted Molly on the shoulder. ‘It’s the right one, Molly; you don’t get a full sized cauldron until you’re more experienced.’

Molly looked disappointedly at the box. The delivery man grinned at Mrs McCraggity. ‘Good job it’s not a full sized one eh? Half the street could be blown away the first time she used it.’

Mrs McCraggity shuddered. ‘Don’t even joke about it, she replied.’

*****

Molly carried the parcel back to the kitchen and placed it on the table. Mrs McCraggity got a knife and sliced through the tape to allow Molly to open the box.

‘Don’t you think your mum and dad would like to see you open it, Molly? It is a big moment for them as well.’

‘Okay, I’ll go and find them,’ said Molly. She was still disappointed at the size of the box. She had expected a huge package that took three men to carry. What use was a tiny cauldron like that? Mum and Granny Whitewand both had enormous cauldrons in the workshop.

Molly stuck her head round the door of her mother’s office. Mrs Miggins was sitting at her desk reading an ancient spell book.

‘Mum, my new cauldron is here. Mrs McCraggity seems to think you might want to see it. I don’t know why though, it’s not really worth the bother.’

Molly’s mum jumped up from her desk and picked up her witch’s hat. ‘Of course I want to see it, Molly. It’s a very proud day for me and Dad. It’s not every day our daughter gets her first cauldron.’

‘I’m just going to get Dad,’ said Molly. ‘The parcel is in the kitchen.’

Molly walked through to her father’s study. Mr Miggins was a stage magician who used real magic in his tricks. In the lobby outside the study door, was a high perch on which sat a colourful parrot. Molly had had many a run in with it. The bird believed it was a security parrot and always asked for a password before he would let anyone enter. The fact that the parrot was dead didn’t seem to bother it one bit. It flatly refused to go to the ‘other side’ and hovered in a half world between this world and the next, doing his best to carry on what it believed was its duty.

‘Halt, who goes there?’ squawked the parrot.

‘You know who I am, you stupid bird,’ said Molly with a sigh.

The parrot narrowed its eyes and looked at Molly suspiciously. ‘Just answer the question please,’ it croaked.

Molly shook her head but answered anyway. ‘I’m Molly Miggins and I’ve come to get my dad.’

‘Professor Miggins is busy working on a new trick which will amaze and stun the audience in his next performance,’ he said.

‘He’ll see me,’ said Molly. ‘I’ve got something important to show him.’

‘I’m afraid I’m under instructions not to let anyone in,’ said the parrot. He reached behind to the shelf and picked up a Do Not Disturb sign. ‘See,’ he said.

Molly snatched the sign and threw it onto the floor.

‘You’re not doing yourself