beatrix bobbit at witch camp

In the midst of Luna edits (and dreaming about vacation), I wanted to check-in with Beatrix Bobbit at Witch Camp. What's she up to? What does her family think? Will Luna ever be reunited with Frankie her fox friend who selflessly sacrificed herself...oh wrong story. But hope you enjoy this continuance in the Beatrix Bobbit world!

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Beatrix Bobbit was sweltering in a heavy black cloak and witch hat. But nothing could bother her now, especially not something as trivial as heat. She was finally at Witch Camp. She felt a moment of guilt for her abrupt and dramatic goodbye to her family a week ago, but hoped they understood.

At least, Sybil would have. Mr. and Mrs. Bobbit were quite a different story. Though, they had brought her to Witch Camp at last. Maybe they were coming around. They did seem fond of Penny, Beatrix's pet rabbit. And, they were skeptical of the rabbit too, at first.

"Beatrix! You're up!" The flying instructor called Broomstick Betsy shouted from the edge of the wooden podium over the flying field with a foam pit in the middle. Beatrix stepped forward clutching her broomstick through sweaty hands.

"Rope or no?" Broomstick Betsy asked. Beatrix felt a flash of homesickness for Mrs. Bobbit at this, she would have been most pleased to know that ropes were offered for flying.

Beatrix shook her head. She did not want the rope. How else was she supposed to really learn to fly?

Beatrix peered over the edge. Her red sneakers poked out beneath her cloak as she swung one leg over the broomstick.

"To the skies, Beatrix!" Broomstick Betsy saluted with a wave of her own broomstick.

Beatrix tipped her witch hat to the flying instructor, gripped her broomstick tightly and stepped off the podium.

Her eyes were shut tight and she was flying. It was better than she'd ever imagined...

Until she was lying face down in the foam pit. Beatrix could've sworn she heard Mrs. Bobbit sigh even with millions of toadstools of distance between them.

"You'll get it next time! Keep practicing. But now, you're late for Edible Elixirs," Broomstick Betsy floated down from the podium effortlessly to help Beatrix extricate herself from the foam pit. For the seventeenth time that day.

"I know...but I wanted to be able to fly for the Friends and Family Enchanted Evening," Beatrix replied with a huff which was not at all similar to a Mrs. Bobbit sigh.

"Who's to say you won't?" Broomstick Betsy arched an eyebrow, pointed her broomstick towards the podium and landed gracefully.

Beatrix didn't want to be jealous of Broomstick Betsy. But with her spikey silver hair and stellar flying abilities, it was nearly impossible not to be a teensy bit envious.

Beatrix carried her broomstick whilst she galloped towards Edible Elixirs.

When she arrived, Blair -- her Witch Camp best friend and coven mate -- had saved her a cauldron at the back of the dilapidated red barn.

"So?" Blair asked with wide golden eyes.

Beatrix merely shook her head.

"It's only been a week," Blair comforted, then explained their afternoon Edible Elixir.

Beatrix's stomach grumbled in response to the instructions to turn savory cheese fondue into chocolate dessert fondue with a few simple ingredients. Never again would Beatrix have to waste a drop of fondue which pleased her enough to put the flying failures from her mind.

After they'd eaten their fill of cheese and chocolate fondue, Beatrix returned to the Flying Field where she spent the remainder of the day climbing in and out of the foam pit. Blair and Broomstick Betsy muttered incantations and spun silent spells, but still Beatrix fell.

"That last fall looked slower," Blair said after the twenty-third fall. "What time does your family get here tomorrow?"

Beatrix removed her witch hat, held it in front of her face and groaned.

"There, there," Blair petted Beatrix the same way she petted Penny. "They'll be happy to see you regardless."

That night, Beatrix was snuggled in bed with Penny when she heard a strange voice. Padding from bed in her plaid pajamas, Beatrix went outside to investigate. The wind was swirling over the Flying Field. A flash of a cloak appeared, as if someone was conducting the wind. Suddenly, the wind began singing a song. Just for her.

Bea bea bea

Little witch you be

Free to fly

Across the sky

Beatrix strained to look for the mysterious cloaked wind conductor, then shook her head. I must've fallen one too many times, she thought.

The next day was gray and dreary which greatly suited Beatrix's mood. By the time she had dragged herself and Penny from bed, it was almost time for the Friends and Family Enchanted Evening. Beatrix dressed herself and Penny in matching witch hats and cloaks and waited outside the dilapidated barn, until a small red car came into view.

Sybil leapt from the still moving car in defiance of Mr. Bobbit's strict instructions. She threw her arms around Beatrix, beaming, and asked, "Can you fly yet, sissy? I can't wait to see you fly."

"I really don't think a toadstool is an appropriate measurement of distance..." Mrs. Bobbit was muttering as she opened the car door.

Mr. Bobbit harrumphed out saying, "Quite right." He was clutching a smiley cabbage toy for Penny.

"Oh, Beatrix, dear," Mrs. Bobbit patted Beatrix. "Is that a new cloak?"

"I made it," Beatrix twirled, letting the silver swirls and stars shine.

"I see my suggestion for barn painting hasn't happened," Mrs. Bobbit observed with a sigh.

"We've missed you," Mr. Bobbit smiled sheepishly, but he was crouched too low to be talking to Beatrix. He handed over the smiley cabbage toy to Penny, who twitched her nose and waggled her floppy ears. Mr. Bobbit's eyes filled with tears.

"Um, dad?" Beatrix and Sybil exchanged a smirk.

"Ogt rying," he grunted as he cleared his throat and blinked three times. "When's this Witch Camp tour start?"

Beatrix passed Penny to Mr. Bobbit who may have nuzzled her head. Then, she retrieved a dark purple bottle from the inside of her cloak and pulled out the stopper.

"Now!" Beatrix took sand from the bottle and sprinkled it over each of her family members. Mr. and Mrs. Bobbit protested at first -- unlike Sybil -- until the sand worked its magic.

Because it wasn't regular sand. It was Soothing Sand. And she'd made it herself.

"How's everyone feeling?" Beatrix asked eagerly.

"Splendid!" Mrs. Bobbit exclaimed, waving her hands.

"Most excellent!" Mr. Bobbit was openly nuzzling Penny now.

"Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" Sybil was pirouetting in circles with remarkable speed.

Satisfied, Beatrix began the tour. She showed them how to transform chicken nuggets into cream puffs for dessert; read them a story from the stars; trekked into the forest for a Synchronized Frog Hop performance; introduced them to Penny's favorite garden where the vegetables sang lullabies. Her whole family "Oooohed and Aaaahed" in near constant admiration which gave Beatrix a very pleasant sensation.

However, the last stop on the tour was the Flying Field. Beatrix silently chastised herself for not bringing them here first, whilst the Soothing Sand was strongest.

"This is Broomstick Betsy," Beatrix introduced the silver haired Flying Instructor to her family.

"Well that's an interesting name," Mrs. Bobbit exclaimed with a wave.

"Indeed!" Mr. Bobbit lifted Penny in salute.

"We can't wait to watch Bea fly!" Sybil twirled.

"She's a natural," Broomstick Betsy winked, then escorted Beatrix to the wooden podium.

"It's a lie. I can't fly," Beatrix hung her head.

"You wanna know the secret?" Broomstick Betsy whispered. Beatrix nodded her head at once. "Flying's not so difficult. Believing you can is the tricky part. Once you believe, and stop thinking about the fall, all you need is the right wind." Broomstick Betsy held a finger in the air. "Just like this wind, quickly, Bea, to the skies!"

Beatrix climbed onto her broomstick, peered over the edge of the podium. Don't think about the fall, she said in her mind several times.

Something was shifting in the air then. Beatrix glanced back at Broomstick Betsy and watched her fingers wave in a meticulous way as a light breeze picked up, swirling at Beatrix's cloak, then up to her broomstick.

Bea bea bea

Little witch you be

Free to fly

Across the sky

The wind song from last night began again. Beatrix was so entranced that she didn't notice she was hovering above the podium. Then, surging forward into the field. She was flying. Really flying. Through the sky. She wasn't in the foam pit!

The sound of rushing wind as she flew was drowned out only by the sounds of jubilant cheering from the field below.

Beaming, Beatrix guided her broomstick towards the sounds of the cheers. When her feet touched down, she was at once enveloped by hugs from Mr. and Mrs. Bobbit and Sybil.

"I knew it! I knew you could fly, Bea!" Sybil said.

"So did we," Mrs. Bobbit whispered conspiratorially.

"What? Really?" Beatrix asked.

"Well, they wouldn't accept you at Witch Camp without proof!" Mr. Bobbit patted Penny and grinned.