The Magic Book series, book 1 Read Online Free Page A

for her wings, but we’d
have to ask mummy for that, and then she’s sure to want to see what
we’re doing.”
    “The glue might
stick her wings together anyway,” worried Sophie.
    “True,” agreed
Felicity – her mental picture of the fairy had now developed to not
only being trussed up helplessly in brambles, but her wings were
now stuck together too! She shook her head to get the pitiful
scenario out of her mind. “It’s very tricky to find just the right
colour for her skin… does this look OK?” she asked, slanting the
book towards Sophie so she could see.
    “Oh she looks
lovely!” Sophie answered encouragingly.
    “Now to colour
her eyes – blue, I think.” Felicity spoke softly as she worked.
“Some nice long eyelashes and – oh, I nearly forgot, she’ll need
shoes. Purple shoes to match her dress, maybe just a shade or two
darker, and a small pink flower for each one. I’d like those to
sparkle too, but never mind.” She completed her fairy with some
nice cherry red lips. “There!” she beamed, holding the picture up
at arm’s length for them both to admire her handy-work.
    “Perfect,”
smiled Sophie. “Now let me think, what did I do last time before
the fairy appeared? Oh, I remember. You were coming back from the
toilets, and I felt guilty having drawn in the book, so I shut it
and put it down under Mrs Vincent’s chair.”
    “Okay,” said
Felicity, closing the book. “We don’t have her chair, but I can’t
see that making a difference so I’ll put it on the bed here.”
    They both then
settled to wait, holding hands across the bed, watching the book
intently for any sign of life. A good few minutes passed and they
began to fidget, impatient to meet their fairy.
    “Nothing’s
happening, Felicity,”
    “Should I take
a peak to see if she’s still there?” Felicity suggested.
    “Might as
well,” Sophie sighed.
    Felicity knelt
on the floor and bent her head level with the book so as to move it
as little as possible. She slowly opened it to the page where she’d
drawn the fairy.
    “It’s still
there,” she whispered.
    “Perhaps we
should leave the book open. Maybe that’s what upset the last
fairy,” said Sophie.
    “That's a good
point,” agreed Felicity. Leaving the book open she sat back down
again to wait. Nothing.
    “I don’t
understand…” puzzled Felicity.
    “What if we
turn away? She might be shy,” suggested Sophie.
    “Good
thinking,” agreed Felicity. Still nothing.
    Next they tried
leaving the room and, when that didn’t work, they tried putting the
book back in the book bag. Nope. So they took it out again and left
it under the bed, then on the floor, then on the window sill.
Zilch!
    “Oh, I’m fed
up!” erupted Felicity, overcome with frustration. “It must have
been just a stupid daydream after all.”
    “Should I try
and draw one?” offered Sophie. “Maybe it’s something to do with
me.”
    “Well you can,
but I’ve had enough,” snapped Felicity. “I’m going to see if
dinner’s ready.” Suddenly realising how hungry she was, she left
Sophie alone in the room.
    Sophie set
herself down comfortably to draw another fairy, making her dress a
pretty pink and edging the bottom with rose petals. Her shoes
matched, with a little pink bow on each. Her hair was blond and mid
length, curling outwards at the ends, with just an Alice band to
hold it off her face. She gave her fairy blue-grey eyes, long
lashes, and beautiful wings shaded with a delicate pink hue, and of
course a happy smiley expression. Although the result of adding
eyebrows did make her look a little surprised, Sophie concluded
that was still far better than looking grumpy. Satisfied with her
effort, she placed the open book onto the bed just as her mother
called her down for dinner.
    “It’s been
awfully quiet up there,” commented their mother as they took their
places at the table. “Are you sure you’re behaving?”
    “Yes, seriously
we are,” nodded Felicity