She heard the soft crack and felt her ears twitch like a cat’s.
Turning around, she saw the spiked green shell on the pavement, the jewel of its insides shining up at her.
She knelt down and picked it up, running her thumb over its smooth surface. She placed it in her pocket with the other two already there. Three conkers for luck, and just one for dispelling negative energy. She had all she needed.
The woman with the mustard coat rolled her eyes as she passed, the word “witch” muttered with cigarette scented breath.
She would dispel her first.
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