A Witch In Winter (2 page)

I was only halfway done when Dad yelled, ‘Breakfast!’ up the stairs.

‘Coming,’ I shouted.

A leaden lump formed in my stomach.

It was two miles to town and Dad insisted on driving me. The car was parked in the middle of the clearing in front of the house, under a vast, spreading beech, and as we picked our way across the long grass, the dew wet the hem of my jeans. Far across the forest you could see the silhouette of some tumbledown ruin, high on the cliffs above the sea.

‘That’s Winter Castle,’ Dad said, following my gaze. ‘It’s a ruin now, of course, but you can just make out the towers.’ They were stark and black against the blue of the sea. ‘And that lane’ll be your walk to school.’ He pointed to a cleft in the dense forest and a black tarmac road that snaked off into the distance over the cliffs.

‘I still can’t believe we can see the sea,’ I said.

‘As the crow flies we’re not far,’ Dad said. ‘It just feels further going through the wood. Anyway, better get going. You don’t want to be late on your first day. If we’ve got time I’ll drive you past the fishing port – you’ll like Winter village. I’ve always thought it was a pretty little place.’

He turned the key in the ignition and a clump of rooks detached themselves from the beech, startled by the noise. They wheeled around in alarm as Dad manoeuvred his way into the lane, and then followed us into the green shadows of the wood, swooping in our wake along the leafy, curving tunnel, until we burst out into the stark sunlight of the cliff road.

Dad drove steadily down past the castle and through the outskirts of Winter, and we followed the tide of kids sweeping up the narrow high street until we came to a sprawling bueigsprawliilding that looked more like a Victorian prison than a school.

Winter High. It was huge. Winter was a small town but the school took in all the kids from outlying villages; there were five tutor groups in the Lower Sixth alone. I gulped – then realized that Dad was waiting for a reply to some remark he’d made.

‘Sorry, Dad, what did you say?’

‘I said, anything special you’d like for supper, to celebrate your survival?’

I shook my head. Food was the last thing on my mind.

‘Anything’s fine. Well, OK. I’d better …’

He nodded and kissed me on the cheek, and I slid out of the car with my heart beating in my throat. As I stood, fingering the strap of my bag, my mobile beeped. It was a text from Lauren.

Hi sweets. don’t worry they’ll love you. if they don’t tell em there’s a crew of Notting Hill beyatches gonna make their lives hell. Good luck miss you L xxx

The reminder of home and all my friends brought a sudden prickle to the back of my eyes but I blinked furiously. Starting at my new school with tears in my eyes would
not
be a good way to go.

I scrubbed at my cheeks, straightened my back, and walked through the carved front door.

CHAPTER TWO

M
y footsteps echoed as I entered the hallway. I was gazing up at a mahogany board headed
In honour of those former pupils of Winter Grammar School, who gave their lives in the Great War 1914–18
, when a grumpy voice rang out.

‘Hey you!’

I stiffened and looked round. A red-faced man in overalls was waving a mop at me. I pointed to myself and he nodded.

‘Yes, you, Missy. No students in the main door!’

‘Sorry,’ I said, annoyed to find my voice was shaking a bit. ‘I didn’t know – I’m new.’

‘Well you’ll know for next time, young lady,’ he said with obscure triumph.

‘I’ll take over from here, Mr Wilkes,’ said a voice.

I jumped and turned.

Behind me was a small, elderly man wearing a tweed jacket with leather elbow patches and a neat pair of gold-rimmed spectacles. He held out a hand. ‘Anna Winterson, I presume? What a very appropriate name.’

‘Yes, pleased to meet you, Mr …’ I stopped in confusion.

‘Brereton,’ he completed. ‘I shall be taking you for History. Usually it’s the headmaster who welcomes new students to the school, but unfortunately he’s unwell today. He has asked me to act as his deputy and welcome you to Winter, my dear Anna. I’m sure you’ll be a great addition to our ranks. Mid A-Levels is not the easiest time to move schools, I realize, but I think you’ll feel at home in Winter very soon.’

‘Thank you,’ I muttered.

‘We are a friendly place, by and large, although a little old-fashioned I do admit. But we pride ourselves on keeping to some of the
old traditions
. And you may find our interests coincide with yours more than you realize.’ He gave me a slightly sideways look, that seemed to indicate there was more to his words than face value. I had a sudden, horrible premonition that he was going to try to persuade me into some dire extra-curricular activity – dressing up as Tudors perhaps, with dodgy nylon costumes, and re-enacting battles with tin-foil swords.

‘Um, I’m quite busy,’ I said warily. ‘I’m not sure I’ll have much time for extra-curricular stuff at first, at least until I’ve caught up.’

He smiled, as if I’d missed the point of a joke, but only said, ‘Of course. Now, we have ten minutes before first period, so I’ll give you a whistle-stop tour of the school to orientate you. Mr Henderson is very keen on punctuality, but I think there’s just enough time.’

‘You’re late,’ said Mr Henderson without looking up as I sidled into a classful of staring eyes.

‘I’m so sorry,’ I said, slightly out of breath. Mr Brereton’s brisk pace had left me wondering if I’d remembered to put deodorant on that morning. Altogether a
brilliant
start to my new school career. ‘I’m new. Mr Brereton was just showing me around.’

‘Oh.’ He looked up and assessed me. ‘Anna Winterson?’

‘Yes.’

‘Well, sit down. We sit alphabetically in my classes.’

I tried not to show my surprise. It looked like Mr Brereton hadn’t been exaggerating when he said Winter High was old-fashioned. My old school was pretty traditional, but alphabetical order? What were we, ten?

‘Madeleine, move up, please. Anna, take Madeleine’s place.’

A tall, slim girl at the back of the class looked suddenly furious.

‘Oh but Mr Henderson I’d just got all my—’

‘Does Winterson come before Woburn or notjusoburn o, Madeleine? Unless you care to change your name I suggest you move up a place.’

‘Yes, Mr Henderson.’ She stood up, banging her books together with unnecessary force, and stamped along to the next desk, leaving a place free. I sat down, feeling my cheeks flame scarlet, and wished the floor could swallow me up. The force of her glare on my left side was like a blast furnace.

‘Turn to page one eighty in the blue book please everyone.’

There was a universal rustling and I sighed inwardly and raised my hand again. Mr Henderson was writing on the board and didn’t turn around.

‘I will get you a book for the next lesson, Anna. In the meantime please share with Seth.’

The boy sitting next to me pushed his book across and smiled. ‘Hi, Seth Waters,’ he whispered under cover of the sound of Mr Henderson’s chalk.

‘I’m Anna,’ I whispered back.

He put out his hand, and I shook it quietly. It was dry and strong and very warm, and I was horribly conscious of my own sticky palm, sweaty from trotting after Mr Brereton. There were callouses on his palm and fingers, and oil deeply grained around the short square nails. I wondered what he did that left his hands so rough.

‘I hope you’re good at differentiation, Anna. Because I’m beginning to think I should have taken Applied and Statistics after all.’

Actually I
was
good at differentiation, and I’d also already studied the kind of equation Mr Henderson was outlining on the board. Which was a good thing because I was completely unable to concentrate.

Seth Waters was possibly the most beautiful boy I’d ever seen. To say he had curly dark hair, dark eyes and tanned skin was all true, but still completely missed the point – he had an indefinable something that made me completely unable to tear my eyes away. I couldn’t stop looking at him sideways as I sat there, pretending to read page one eighty, but in fact watching the muscles of his forearms moving under his tanned skin as he wrote, the string of beads round his throat, the movement of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed.

As I looked down at the book I saw there were actual goosebumps on the skin of my arm and I bit my lip, hard, to bring myself back to reality. This was pathetic! Lesson one, and already I was having hot flushes and palpitations. What next, was I going to swoon in English or something? It wasn’t like I’d never met a boy before, for heaven’s sake. OK, I hadn’t had classes with them on a daily basis, but I knew
plenty
of boys. London wasn’t exactly short of the male sex. But I had to admit, I’d never, never met someone like Seth Waters. Surely, though, there couldn’t be many more like him in the school? If there were I was going to be in serious trouble with my exams, that was for sure.

It looked like I wouldn’t be the only one. Maybe Seth was right, and he should have taken Applied and Stae plied antistics, because he certainly didn’t act too enthralled by Pure. He day-dreamed through most of the lesson, staring out of the window at the sea sparkling in the distance. At the end of the lesson he scooped up his books and gave me a devastating smile that crinkled the tanned skin of his cheeks.

‘Nice to meet you, Hannah.’

Hannah. Great. I’d clearly made quite an impression.

The next period was Classics and we were free to choose our places. I was early this time, but still hovered nervously by the door, not wanting a repeat of the hostility with Madeleine if I somehow chose the wrong place. In the end a pink-cheeked girl in a clashing red jumper took pity on me.

‘Hi there, you’re Anna aren’t you? I saw you in Maths. Come and sit with me and Liz.’

‘I’d love to, thanks.’ I sat down gratefully at her table and said, ‘Sorry, I saw you too but I didn’t get your name?’

‘I’m June. And this is my friend, Liz.’ I nodded at Liz and she smiled shyly, hiding her face behind a curtain of blonde hair.

‘Thanks for letting me share your table; I was worried about picking the wrong place.’

‘Oh, what – after the business with Madeleine?’ June laughed as she got out her books. She was sharper than she looked. ‘Don’t worry about it, Anna. Madeleine’s just one of the thousand and one members of the Seth Waters fan club. Yawn.’

‘Oh, I know,’ Liz said. ‘It’s so boring. It’s like he and Caroline are king and queen of the school.’

‘Caroline’s his girlfriend,’ June put in. ‘Thank God we don’t have a prom here or we’d have to put up with them being crowned and all that crap. Although whether Mr Harkaway would allow that, I don’t know. Seth’s not exactly flavour of the month with the authorities …’

‘What do you mean?’ I asked. June rolled her eyes.

‘Oh, you know, the usual. Drinks, smokes, got a tattoo against the rules. He was suspended a year or two back for getting into a fight and smacking some guy’s head into a wall, but it didn’t seem to do any good. Comes from a broken home, dontcha know. Anyway his reputation doesn’t seem to put any of the airheads off. I expect every school has their official babe-magnet. Was it like that at your last school, Anna?’

‘Not exactly. My last school was single sex.’

‘Oh how awful!’ Liz looked comically horrified. ‘Poor you!’ Then she blushed, as if fearing she’d been too critical. ‘Though it must be nice too, probably makes life a lot simpler.’

‘Yeah, there’d be a lot less bitching arounhertching d if it weren’t for people like Seth,’ June added.

‘He seemed OK when I sat next to him,’ I said. Annoyingly unable to remember a person’s name, granted, but not bitchy, I had to give him that.

‘It’s not him,’ June said. ‘It’s the effect he has on the female half of the population. Plus Caroline’s a total bitch. Sorry, I really hate that word but she is. She’s always been a prize PITA and since last year, when she started going out with Seth, she’s been unbearable. You’d think he’d conferred divine powers on her. If it’s not snide comments about virgins, it’s bitching about who’s trying to steal him off her, and if it’s not that, it’s how amaaaaaaaaazing he is in bed.’

She rattled on to her Classics homework without expecting an answer, and I was glad. There didn’t seem a whole lot I could say to that.

By the end of the morning I was totally exhausted, but also slightly relieved. I was well up with lessons, or so it seemed, so I guessed the hefty school fees Dad had been shelling out for hadn’t been a total waste. I’d made it through so far without disgracing myself academically or, if you discounted my run-in with Madeleine, socially.

I was dithering by the door of the canteen, trying to decide whether to buy a sandwich in town and save myself the mortification of sitting alone for an hour, when I heard Liz’s voice from behind me.

‘Hey, Anna, would you like to sit with us?’

I nodded gratefully. She and June swept me along to their table in the cafeteria and introduced me to their friends, who all seemed sweet. I answered lots of questions about London, like, ‘Isn’t it majorly, like, dangerous?’ and ‘Isn’t there a massive drugs problem?’ They all seemed quite disappointed to find out that I’d never been mugged, that I didn’t go to a hellish inner-city comprehensive, and that anorexia had been a bigger problem at my school than drugs.