the spell had worked

she grabbed her cat and began to dance the spell had worked! Not only was she a monarch witch but her colors were pastel The two things she had been dreaming about She kissed her spell book the cat hissed a bit at first but she gave him a warning clench if he wanted to stay her familiar he had better keep up with her mood she was in the dancing mood and the singing mood she sang several tunes her dance steps were getting wild now she was spinning and twirling I wonder if I can fly? she asked herself Would she grab for her broom as a back up or just kick off with her feet? She set the struggling cat down and kicked off. Rising out of the window and into the night Showing her new self around to the woodland fey