“Good day today, eh, Rupert?” he said.
“Yes, sir!”
“I think I’m going to like your class. Though you’re all as quiet as rabbits.” He walked to the teachers’ lounge, humming to himself.
His classmates started filing out of the classroom, and they all huddled together.
“What do you think?” Bruno asked.
“I like him,” said Hal. “I think he’s the best teacher ever.”
“I’m going to bring him an apple,” said Kaleigh.
“I’m going to bring him two,” Allison said.
“Let’s meet up tomorrow before class,” Manny suggested.
They decided to arrive ten minutes early tomorrow — and some of them were even going to the playground to hang around after school today, but Rupert had somewhere very special and very important to be.
He ran down the hallway and pushed his way through the double doors. Outside, his mother waited for him with a cake that read Congratulations, Sand Witch!
“Microwavable cake?” Rupert asked.
“Not this time,” his mother said. “This one’s homemade.” She paused for a moment. “Rupert, I know I didn’t believe you about Mrs. Frabbleknacker, and I feel horrible about it.”
“Don’t,” he said.
“But I do. I really do. And I will believe you from now on, no matter what,” his mother said.
Rupert grinned. “Okay. Let’s test this new mother,” he said. He cleared his throat. “I am a flying elephant from Butterly—”
“—I’ll believe you from now on, in moderation,” his mother said, ruffling his hair.
They walked along in silence for a moment, and Rupert thought about how things with his mother had changed. In the days that followed, Rupert and his mother cooked dinner together, drank hot chocolate, “funky little boogie danced” on the countertop, and even re-plotted their overgrown garden together.
Three days is a long time, thought Rupert. It was enough to repair his relationship with his mother, but it was also enough time to lose contact with Sandy. Rupert hadn’t seen her since they had stopped the rabbits in town. Whenever he called, Nebby refused to hand off the phone because Sandy was cramming for her Bar Exam. Which, according to Nebby, was going to be extra-grueling for her because the Witches Council was still angry about the Great Rabbit Fiasco.
He was disappointed that he couldn’t talk to her or coach her in the last few days, but he understood that she really had to buckle down and focus. That was why he asked his mom to take him to Sandy’s testing facility — the high school gymnasium — after school.
He cocked his head to check his mother’s watch.
“Mom, we’re going to miss her!”
“We’ll be fine,” she told him.
Rupert ran forward. He hoped the Bar Exam wasn’t already over. It had started a half hour before he was finished school.
“Don’t run ahead,” she said. “I’m still going at the same pace, and I won’t get any faster if you do.”
“Come on, Mom!” he said.
“Are you carrying a cake, Rupert?”
Finally, he and his mother rounded the street corner near the high school, and they walked over to where a cluster of witches was standing with balloons and kazoos, waiting for their respective witchlings to finish their exams. Nebby had a party hat on, and Rupert thought it looked rather silly. He was going to say something about it until he saw the worried look on her face.
“Don’t worry,” Rupert said, giving Nebby a quick hug.
She smiled softly at him.
An unfamiliar witch marched over to his mother. “Lovely cake,” the witch said, swiping a bit of frosting with her finger. “Mmmm, delicious!”
“The Hibbly Witch,” Nebby introduced before turning to look anxiously at the gymnasium doors.
Just then, the doors swung open and a knotty- haired, pointy-faced, squinty-eyed witchling strutted out. It was Witchling Four. “I’m a full-fledged witch, now,” she bragged to her guardian, the Coldwind Witch. “I’m the Floodburst Witch.”
Rupert ran up to her. “Did Witchling Two go yet?”
“She was right after me, which means she’s probably in the middle of flopping right about now,” the Floodburst Witch said, sticking her tongue out at Rupert and brushing past him.
They walked away together, and Nebby bit her lip. “I hope she passes.”
“She will,” said Rupert.
“She better,” said Nebby, tugging on the strings of her party hat. “I only wear party hats on very special days.”
They fell into silence, and Rupert stared at the gymnasium, longing to watch. And then he got an idea.
“I have to use the bathroom — be right back!” Rupert said, and he dashed toward the side door of the high school.
“But you might miss her!” Rupert’s mom shouted after him.
But he kept running. He dashed down the hallways, following signs for the gymnasium. He stopped just before the double doors. Rats, no windows.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw an air- conditioning vent, and he grinned. He popped the cover off and climbed on through. He crawled up eagerly and stopped in front of another air- conditioning grate — one that faced inside the gym.
Sandy was sweating over a cauldron, but Rupert had no idea what she could be brewing. She wiped her forehead with her sleeve and kept popping ingredients in the mix. Simmer. Stir. Swipe with her finger and taste a nibble. She smiled confidently every step of the way.
Rupert looked at the table across from her and saw a collection of witches. There was the Fairfoul Witch, of course. And he recognized the Midnight Witch, the Lightning Witch, the Thunder Witch, and Storm. Rupert had never seen the other two witches before, and he assumed they were visiting witches from Harkshire or Foxbury, which made Rupert feel better. They were bound to have a more objective opinion of Sandy’s abilities.
After brewing her potion for a while, she finally lifted the ladle to her mouth and cried, “Done!”
The haggard-looking Lightning Witch hobbled up to Sandy, poured a bit of the potion into a goblet, and drank from it.
The Lightning Witch smacked her lips. “Tastes exactly like egg salad. Well done.”
Rupert choked back a laugh. She made an egg salad potion for her exam?
He leaned forward a bit, trying to catch the Fairfoul Witch’s reaction, but he couldn’t see anything until she stood up and leered over the table.
“You’ve passed your WHATs. You’ve passed your potions.” The Fairfoul Witch scowled. “But can you pass your spell portion of the exam?”
Sandy nodded. Then her eyes traveled upward and to the left — she stared at the air-conditioning vent and nodded.
Rupert’s stomach leaped — Sandy knew he was there!
She turned back to the board of examiners. “Give me any spell. I know I can do it!”
“We’ll give you a series of things to conjure up,” said the Midnight Witch. “Ready?”
Sandy nodded.
“Shoe.”
“Blue,” Sandy said with a snap of her fingers. A shoe appeared in her hands.
“Shirt.”
“Dirt,” Sandy said. A shirt appeared on the ground.
“Jetpack.”
Sandy laughed. “Oh, that’s easy. Pet sack!” she said, snapping her fingers. As expected, a Jetpack appeared.
“Vat is zis?” The Thunder Witch said. “Vhy is it zat vat you are saying is deeferent zan vat you are conjuring?”
“It’s my little trick,” Sandy said. “That’s how I conjure. It’s foolproof.”
“Is it now?” the Fairfoul Witch smirked. “Then how about you conjure me a penguin?”
Rupert gripped the bars of the air-conditioning vent with white knuckles as he realized there was no rhyme for penguin.