leave!â Poppy said. âNow, can you please sit still, Cat, because youâre making me dizzy.â
This was an impossible task, and Cat danced about until Marie Claire said, âAll right, Cat. Letâs go. Iâm a slow walker. It will take us a while to get there.â
âYou look very smart,â Poppy said, straightening her daughterâs collar.
âIâve got purple and gold socks on.â Cat stuck out a leg. âRuthersfield colors! Oh, I do hope they know how much I want to go.â
âThat will come across, I promise!â Poppy reassured her.
âI wish Dad was here for my interview. Donât you miss him too?â
âEvery single day. But I keep reminding myself how happy he is. And I knew when I married him heâd be gone a lot.â
âThen I wish you could take me to Ruthersfield,â Cat said. âIt seems so unfair. They wonât let you bring your own daughter along to an interview.â
Poppy turned away. She opened the fridge and closed it without removing anything. âI did ask, Cat, but Ms. Roach was firm. They have very strict rules for witches at the academy, and when I was expelled it was made quite clear to me that Iâm not to step foot on Ruthersfield property ever again.â
âBut that was twenty-five years ago, Mamma.â
âTwenty-seven,â Poppy said. âBut those are the rules, and we have to accept them.â
âWell, I say itâs stupid,â Cat muttered.
âYes, but I get the great pleasure of taking you,â Marie Claire chimed in, slipping on her coat. Her fingers were often stiff in the mornings, and she struggled to do up her buttons. âI am looking forward to seeing inside the academy,â she added, glancing over at Poppy. âIt has always intrigued me, wanting to know what goes on in there.â
âMe too,â Cat agreed. She hugged her mother goodbye. âWish me luck, Mamma.â
âLuck,â Poppy said, kissing the tip of her daughterâs nose. âJust remember, Cat, Ruthersfield is intensely competitive. Donât be sad if this doesnât work out.â
âAnd donât be sad if it does,â Cat said.
Ruthersfield Academy was an imposing stone building that had always reminded Cat of a castle. She walked slowly up the wide stone steps, matching her pace to Marie Claireâs. A rope bellpull dangled outside the front door, and Cat tugged on it, her stomach fluttering with nerves. After a few moments the double doors opened and a witch in a long purple cloak with gold braided trim stood there, her frizzy gray hair puffing out around her head like a mushroom cap. There was a rather awkward silence as the woman studied them.
âHello,â Cat said at last. âIâm Cat, I mean Catherine, Catherine Campbell.â She stuck out her hand, wishing it wasnât so damp. âIâve come for an interview.â
âWe are expected,â Marie Claire added in her soft French accent.
âAhhh.â The woman held up a pair of glasses that were hanging on a chain around her neck and peered at Cat through them. âSo you are Catherine Campbell.â From the way she said this, Cat got the feeling that being Catherine Campbell wasnât exactly a positive thing.
âI am.â Cat stood up straight. âAnd Iâm really excited to be here. Iâm a Late Bloomer.â
âWell, youâd better come in,â the woman said. âIâm Ms. Weedle, the spells and charms teacher here at Ruthersfield.â She stared at Cat a few seconds longer before finally stepping aside. âFollow me, please. Iâll take you straight to Ms. Roach. And do not open any doors or wander off. Stay right behind me.â
Cat helped Marie Claire hobble inside. âItâs so grand,â Marie Claire murmured, looking around the entry hall.
âLook.â Cat pointed to a crest hanging on the wall