Graveyards and Ghoulies by Chynna Pace

Author:Chynna Pace [Chynna Pace]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Chynna Pace
Published: 2022-09-12T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

Uncle Yarrow’s cottage was too small to have a mysterious basement room or spooky attic lair, but he didn’t need them. His magic den, though in a small room at the back of the house that looked like it had once been an office or guest room, was awesome.

“Told you my uncle was super cool,” Tuesday said, grinning at Orion when she saw the look on his face.

She knew how he felt. The first time she’d seen her uncle’s den had left her speechless too. Of course, until a couple days ago, she’d never known it was a magic room. She’d only seen all the jars and bottles of herbs and serums, pots, scales, and measuring equipment, and thought her uncle was something of a part-time herbalist.

But now she knew the truth. She knew those herbs on the shelves weren’t just herbs—they were magical ingredients. And those pots weren’t for regular ordinary cooking—they were witch’s cauldrons.

“You said I was super cool?” Uncle Yarrow asked.

“Well, yeah, of course,” Tuesday shrugged. It was obvious to her, but Uncle Yarrow’s eyes brightened like he’d never heard something so amazing.

“Thanks, Tues,” he said, astonished. “But just so you know, I’m not including you in this investigation just because you’re my favorite and only niece, and you pay me nice compliments, and your familiar makes me laugh.”

Nightshade twisted around in Tuesday’s arms to look at her uncle and give a satisfied nod in response. “I am quite hilarious. I should be a comedian.” Then he snuggled into the front of Tuesday’s shirt and fell asleep, purring like a bulldozer.

Tuesday giggled, and Uncle Yarrow went on, “I’m doing this because I don’t want you to go through what me, Comfrey, and Tilia went through.”

The smile on Tuesday’s face winked out like a light. She glanced out of the corner of her eye at Orion, who was staring at her, his brown face set into a frown. Then she faced her uncle once more. “What do you mean?”

Uncle Yarrow sighed and bustled toward one wall in the room, the only wall whose shelves held something other than herbs: dozens and dozens of books. As he grazed his finger along the spines, he said, “Ancient history, really. And me and your mom and aunt turned out to be incredible magic users, so in the grand scheme of things, it wasn’t a problem. However…when the three of us were growing up, we barely got any magic training. Our mother was a witch, but a weak one. No, not weak. Just fearful. Of everything. Overprotective, too. She was so worried about us getting in dangerous situations through magic that she never let us use it. Even after each of us turned twelve, she wouldn’t give us access to spellbooks, herbs, or anything else. We couldn’t even learn basic spells—magical adventures like this would’ve made Mom roll in her grave…before she even had one.”

Tuesday’s gut ached. Though it had been decades ago, she felt so sad for her uncle and mom and Aunt Comfrey.

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