The new kid dressed in black, we gathered round to study- our latest subject. We learned he was Wiccan, my friends, myself, and the others. Some stole quick glances, speaking in hushed tones of this strange creature. His voice and stride carried confidence and my friends and myself intrigued, became his students.
Tell us, new kid, about this Wicca. He did.
While the earthy mystical nature, shapes and rituals fascinated, I found in it too many rules. There were enough of those at school.
Yet one day, in the hall of infinite blue lockers, I was approached by a rushing little whirl of girls. Their eyes beamed with excitation and I tasted a mist of fear.
“Are you a witch?” they asked.
Within I grinned at the tremulous air and answered,
“Yes.” They blew away down the hall with gasps and whispers as I’d hoped, delighted to have given them some magic, a story.