Pinehurst: A Magical Olympian Adventure-Young Adult Romantic Adventure/Fantasy Novel

Author:Grane, Nicole [Grane, Nicole]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Redwood House Books
Published: 2014-01-19T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

“What are we supposed to be doing again?” Iris propped her head in her hands, her eyes fixated on the angry little face staring back at her.

I glanced around nervously. We were smack in the center of Ms. Powell’s Fundamentals of Magic Class, surrounded by demons from hell. Well, surrounded might be an exaggeration. We were put into pairs and each one of us looked at our assignments with pale and extremely panicked expressions.

“We’re supposed to offer it something in trade for a secret,” I said. “They’re like little fortune tellers. Ask it anything you want to know, but be prepared to pay for it.” My dad had told me stories about pixies when I was little. He said they are ruthless, cunning, and greedy. But, they hold great knowledge . . . and are happy to share it . . . for a price.

“I thought pixies were supposed to be cute and sweet.” The little beast stuck her tongue out at Iris. Iris huffed in disbelief. “Did you see that?”

A high-pitched scream from across the room diverted my attention. Christina and Marissa, AKA Stacy’s Witch Squad, were in the process of removing one of the little devils from Christina’s hair. It was yanking out tufts of dingy blonde and tossing them to the floor.

I turned back to our assignment and found it was grinning. A large lump formed in my throat. Suddenly, “playing” with a Ragno didn’t sound so bad.

Iris leaned toward me. “They’re not very nice, are they?” she stated the obvious.

I stiffened. “Quiet. She’s listening to you. You’ll hurt her feelings.” I glanced back at Christina, who was still wailing and slightly balder looking. Ms. Powell had joined in the efforts to untangle the little menace.

Iris nudged my arm. “Maybe we can offer ours a hair brush?”

That earned us a hiss. The pixie was glowering at us, shaking its little fists wildly.

“I think she likes her hair the way it is, Iris.” I scooted my chair back slightly. This little ball of fury could erupt at any moment.

“Maybe she doesn’t have such things,” Iris whispered into my ear. Her eyes, still fixed on the demon from Hell.

I thought about that. An idea struck me. I reached for my purse and dug through it. I pulled out a silver barrette embellished with crystals.

The little beast’s eyes lit up like the Fourth of July. I tilted the barrette this way and that, letting the light reflect off the stones. The pixie stuck her tongue out and licked her lips. She wanted it. Bad!

“It’s pretty, isn’t it? Just like you.” I nearly choked on the lie! The little beast was as ugly as sin, but whatever. I had a question to ask, one that had been weighing on my mind since the other day. Antonio had implied something and who better to ask than a fortuneteller?

“This would look lovely in your hair,” I lied, continuing to bait the hook.

The pixie stood up. She was only five inches tall, but from what I’d just witnessed with Christina’s, they could pack quite a punch.

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