The Jack Hansard Series: Season Two by Georgina Jeffery

Author:Georgina Jeffery [Jeffery, Georgina]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Fantasy, Urban, Humorous
ISBN: 9781838149826
Google: 7OXZzgEACAAJ
Publisher: Georgina Ikin
Published: 2022-01-03T18:30:00+00:00

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Running through the streets of London is rarely a good thing. It usually means you are being chased, or you are running for fun (and neither of those are good things).

Yet there I was, running through the streets of London with Cora, for the first time. I was vaguely aware that I was meant to be in a lecture hall somewhere, reciting some passage from The Odyssey before quietly falling asleep on top of my textbook.

And it rather felt like running was the better option.

We ended up on Waterloo Bridge, huffing and laughing our exertion into the Thames.

‘So you really just walked in after me?’ Cora asked through tears.

‘I knocked first.’

‘No!’ She fell back into giggles, hanging off the railing while other pedestrians shot us odd looks as they passed by. ‘Why would you knock? Who does that? What were you expecting?’

‘Definitely not . . . whatever it was that happened.’ I was sobering up fast and struggling to find sensible explanations for any of it. ‘Who was that guy? Beast? Man? What was that place?’

Cora waved a hand like she thought they were dreary questions. ‘Most people just call him The Librarian. He’s got the biggest collection of magical books in England. That’s all.’

‘That’s all,’ I echoed. ‘And what about you?’

She drew herself up haughtily. ‘I’m a witch.’

At this point, one might be tempted to do the standard up-down look followed by an arched eyebrow and quippy remark, but I felt my survival was dependent on my ability to go with the flow. So I responded with, ‘Okay.’

‘Okay? Okay?’ Her hands flew wildly into the air. ‘Is that it? Met many witches, have you?’

‘. . . No.’ I held back from saying that she didn’t look like a witch. Because honestly, how would I know?

I was careful to keep my gaze level with her face, but it was at risk of sidling downwards. I felt she wasn’t going to be at all flattered by my attention, so I’d been doing my best to observe her haltingly from my periphery. She wore a simple black crop top and cargo pants, exposing her navel with a piercing that I was definitely not looking at even if you paid me, and a pair of great stomping boots that could easily crush someone’s skull if needed.

The black clothes ticked at least one of my internal checkboxes for ‘witch’, so I left it there.

She’d been observing me, too. Her eyes narrowed. ‘You said you’re a student, right? From that university?’

‘Yeah. Classics.’ I winced, wishing I’d picked something cooler to tell her.

She dipped a hand into one of her massive trouser pockets and withdrew a transparent ziploc bag. Inside was a dried-out, moss-like mixture. ‘I reckon you’d like this.’

‘Is it drugs?’ I said doubtfully.

Cora scoffed. ‘Don’t be boring. This is a spell. Or it will be, once it’s had an infusion of filtered moonlight. It’s a charm for success. To help you pass those exams or whatever.’ She hesitated, dangling the bag in one hand.

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