Aunt Mathilda.
Although our family had it pronounced Aunt Ma-thill-da,we still spelled it the same.
“You scared?” I asked Julie and squeezed her hand. We were practically hyperventilating, just standing in front of the bathroom, frozen. The girls stepping out stared at us. You didn’t need magic to read their thoughts.We stepped in the bathroom that had suddenly seemed like going in there would be facing our doom.
“Hello,girls!”
I shivered as our aunt gave us a hug that you’d think would squeeze out our insides.
“Um.That’s nice.Auntie.” I spoke in broken up sentences,while pushing her away. She smelled like dead animals and dead…People. I shivered again. She scared me so much,but i HAD to stand up to her…ONE DAY. But that didn’t mean that it had to be THIS day. Apparently Julie disagreed. She shot Mathilda with on of her most powerful spells. Our Aunt flew back into the wall. Mathilda jumped up, out of the dent that the impact made. Julie got into a judo pose and nudged me.
This was gonna be a long day.