The moon was high, but so was her expectations.
Hazel sat at the edge of her bed in a bundle of nerves
"Plleeeeease". Wide eyes pleaded to her mother.
The older witch gave nothing away. Hazel almost gave up.
Which was immediately replied by a loud whhhhhoooop and fist punch to the air.
Hazel’s mother raised an eyebrow. “As long as your home by 11”
“I’ll deal with father”
Now to find the perfect Halloween costume. She could go as a witch she mused. A sly smile twisted on her lips... her classmates would be none the wiser.