Glorious new rejacket of a Diana Wynne Jones favourite, featuring Chrestomanci – now a book with extra bits!SOMEONE IN THIS CLASS IS A WITCHWhen the note, written in ordinary ballpoint, turns up in the homework books Mr Crossley is marking, he is very upset. For this is Larwood House, a school for witch-orphans, where witchcraft is utterly forbidden. And yet magic keeps breaking out all over the place – like measles!The last thing they need is a visit from the Divisional Inquisitor. If only Chrestomanci could come and sort out all the trouble.
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Diana Wynne Jones. Witch Week
Diana Wynne Jones. WITCH WEEK
Contents
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
HA HA. THOUGHT I WAS GOING. TO TELL YOU. DIDN’T YOU?
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
HA HA. I HAVE GOT BRIAN WENTWORTH IN MY POWER. SIGNED, THE WITCH
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
More than a Story
Spotlight on Diana Wynne Jones
Which Witch? Real women – but were they witches?
Types of Magic
Enchanted Travel
Have you ever wondered?
If you like, you’ll love …
Other Works
Copyright
About the Publisher
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Illustrated by Tim Stevens
Title Page
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Mr Wentworth, as Deputy Head, had a study where he wrestled with the timetable and various other problems Miss Cadwallader gave him. When Miss Hodge tapped on the door, he was wrestling with a particularly fierce one. There were seventy people in the school orchestra. Fifty of these were also in the school choir and twenty of those fifty were in the school play. Thirty boys in the orchestra were in various football teams, and twenty of the girls played hockey for the school. At least a third played basketball as well. The volleyball team were all in the school play. Problem: how do you arrange rehearsals and practices without asking most people to be in three places at once? Mr Wentworth rubbed the thin patch at the back of his hair despairingly.
“Come in,” he said. He saw the bright, smiling, anxious face of Miss Hodge, but his mind was not on her at all.
