The Writing Witch Chapter 10: The Missing Boyfriend

by Gabriella in Math Class, Doodling

Chapter 10
“That was great,” I said to Jake as we walked out of the movie theatre, arms linked.
“Yeah. I love her movies. She’s a really great actress. And those spells; man, she’s amazing,” he said. He looked down at me. “You’re cool too.” He smiled.
“Thank you,” I replied. A slight breeze was in the air. I pushed my side-swept bangs away from my eyes.
“I’m so glad my mom didn’t punish me for Sunday. I was so bored yesterday until you emailed me,” I said, smiling up at him.
“Well, I was pretty bored too. I always talk to a friend when I’m bored,” he said, putting a hand into the pocket of his jeans. He let our arms unlink and he held my hand. My hand felt warm and safe inside his. I blushed and kept walking down the street.
“So, where are we going to go?” I asked.
“Well, I thought we could go to Wandell’s Café. I heard they have the best pastries in the wizarding world,” he said.
“Okay.”

When we got to Wandell’s we took a small booth and slid into seats facing each other.
A small candle hovered above the table a few millimeters, flickering and shining brightly.
Jake looked in the menu and I did the same.
There was dragon beet stew, elf tear tea, mermaid scale salad, etc. I made a face at the food, forgetting that the food in the wizarding world was made from the strangest types of…Well, I don’t know what to call dragon meat and elf tears. I guess it was food.
Jake put the menu down. “I think I’ll get the…oh, never mind, yuck…” He searched through the menu again.
Wait, I remember getting something good with Mom! Yes! What was it? Oh yeah, goblin-made cake. Where is it? Where is it? It’s not here! Darn it. Okay, there are gnome shaped toffee cookies. Yuck; the toffee is made from dragon dung. I’ll just have to tell him I don’t like the- oh! Crème brulee, perfect! And they make it Ninian way!
“I think I’m ready to order,” I said, putting the menu down.
“Really?” Jake asked, poking his head out of the menu. “What are you getting?”
“Crème brulee; they make it the Ninian way,” I said, rubbing my top lip over my bottom lip spreading my pink lip gloss around.
Jake smiled. “Crème brulee? Yum. Waiter! We’re ready,” he said, waving a waiter over.
The waiter appeared before us in a thick cloud of smoke. “Welcome to Wandell’s Café, home of the best pastries in the wizarding world,” he said. “May I take your order?”
“Two crème brulees,” Jake replied. “Oh, and two glasses of Ninian water, please, if that’s not much of a bother.”
“No, not a bother at all,” he said, looking a bit unpleased at us ordering Ninian food. “But, I must ask, why order Ninian food?”
“Um, we were born and raised in the Ninian world,” I said, uncertainly.
“Whatever. The food will be ready in three…two…one.”
The food appeared on our plates in a flash and water dropped into our glasses from a floating pitcher.
“Anything else?” the waiter asked.
“Nothing else. Thanks,” I replied.
The waiter nodded and vanished in another cloud of smoke.
I smiled at Jake and stabbed the crème brulee with a spoon.
The room was pleasantly silent then a scream broke the silence.
Jake and I looked around trying to find who made the sound. When my eyes reached the window, I screamed too.
A huge giant with a club was stomping around on the streets. It was a really gross sight. It was green and had brown spots all over its body. It had little threads of mousy brown hair on the tip of its head and dull, brown eyes. His clothes were a bit too big for him and tattered. He held a giant, chewed club in his enormous right hand.
“Omigod!” I said to Jake. I bit on my lower lip.
Jake pulled at the collar of his shirt. “Er, uh, I’ll be back,” he said. He slipped out of the booth.
“Where are you going?” I called after him, slipping out of my own seat.
He disappeared around a corner. I followed, wanting to know what was going on. When I reached the corner, he was gone.
“Jake, where are you?”