WitchGavin looked up from the book he was reading and turned his attention to the small girl beckoning for him to join her at the window.
Gavin's little sister, Hazel, had short red hair and freckles all over the bridge of her nose. Her blue eyes sparkled with excitement as she called, "Come on, Gavin! You have to see this!"
Gavin sighed, looking longingly at the words on the page. He desperately wanted to know what happened next. The witch was making her way to the castle, and the prince already had the guards at the ready. He was prepared, but the witch was strong, and Gavin wasn't sure who would win. Probably the prince. The good guys always seemed to win.
Hazel ran over to him and grabbed the book out of his hands.
"Hey!" Gavin shouted in protest.
"You have to see this," she insisted.
"Fine," Gavin said, standing up and grabbing his book off the bed from where Hazel had tossed it. He carefully closed the book, putting the red silk bookmark in place. Gavin brushed a strand of curly brown