them herself often enough, though with no discernible effect. The charm was in Latin, the rough sense of it being an order to the skin to knit back together, repair and renew itself. And it seemed to be working: Leo was gritting his teeth, holding her hand so tightly her fingers hurt. Finally, the last note of the last phrase died away. Leo slumped forward, gasping for breath.
‘Well done, darling.’ Gran pulled his hand and the cloth away from his eye: the skin round his eye was slightly pink, like underneath a scab, but the cuts and the bruising had all but disappeared. As Merry watched, even the pinkness faded, until it was impossible to tell that he’d ever been injured. Leo blinked, opening one eye then the other.
‘My vision’s a bit blurry.’
‘It will settle down soon.’ Gran turned to Merry. ‘That’s what you need to aim for.’
‘Fine, I understand.’ Merry tried to keep the frustration out of her voice. ‘But what about the guys who attacked him? Leo’s refusing to go to the police.’ She waved at Leo’s face. ‘And you just got rid of the evidence.’
‘Merry—’ Leo began, but Gran cut across him.
‘Leo should have gone to the police last night. You should have called them when he got home.’
Merry huffed. So somehow this was her fault too?
‘But,’ Gran continued, ‘since he didn’t want to, the best we can do is put some charms on your brother, protect him from any further physical attacks. I’m sure you can manage it.’
‘But that’s ridiculous! He could have been killed. Even with the oath, there must be something you could do to – to find out who it was.’ She felt her face flush. ‘To punish them.’
Gran put her hands on her hips.
‘What are you expecting, Merry? That we should choose which laws to enforce, decide who’s guilty and hand out sentences? Those things can’t be up to us. It would be too dangerous. Can you imagine a world where people with our kind of power set themselves up in judgement?’
Merry didn’t reply. She understood what Gran was saying. But for Simon to escape scot-free after what he’d done to Leo – it was just wrong.
Gran was checking Leo’s eye again.
‘Vision better?’
Leo nodded. ‘Thanks, Gran.’
‘OK. Now, you can stay if you like, but I have a lot of work to get on with. I’ve had a visitor already this morning and he’s put me terribly behind.’ She turned away and started gathering up some papers that were spread out across the countertop.
‘Anyone we know?’
Gran shook her head.
‘A wizard.’
Merry’s hands gripped the edge of her seat.
‘A wizard? But why did he come here? And why did you let him in?’
Her grandmother finished putting the papers in order – murmuring something to herself as she did so – before turning back to them.
‘It’s customary, if a new witch or wizard moves into the area of an established coven, to visit the head of that coven. Out of courtesy.’ Gran sighed, clearly exasperated. ‘Honestly, Merry, there’s no need for you to be quite so anxious. There are no wizards I trust, only a handful I can tolerate and perhaps two that I count as friends. And I certainly wouldn’t be happy about you spending any more time with a wizard than was strictly necessary. But they are not all deliberately obnoxious. And I know no actual harm of the one who visited me this morning. He’s young, and he obviously has only a slight idea of correct etiquette, but I suppose I shouldn’t hold that against him.’
Merry loosened her grip on the chair fractionally. Obviously, not all wizards were going to be psychopathic crazy guys like Gwydion. Even so. She glanced at her brother, but he was yawning and looking deeply uninterested in the whole conversation.
‘Fine.’ She stood up. ‘We may as well go – we have to catch the bus back. Bye, Gran.’
‘Don’t forget our training session.’
‘I won’t forget.’
Much as I’d like to.
But that never seemed to be an option.
THE BUS TURNED up, eventually. As they queued to get on, Merry spotted one of Leo’s old school friends already on the bus, but her brother didn’t seem to notice him. He went upstairs to the stiflingly hot top deck, dropped into a seat at the back, pulled an ancient iPod out of his pocket and put his headphones on.
Merry did the same for a while, sinking into the music, singing along inside her head, tapping out the rhythms on her knee. The muggy air and the glare of the sun through the window was making her eyelids heavy. But she suddenly realised that having Leo next to her was too good an opportunity to waste: the way he’d been recently, she didn’t know when she’d next get to talk to him alone. She paused her playlist and nudged him with her elbow.
‘What?’ He pulled one earbud out.
‘I was wondering, when do you want me to put the protective charms on you? I need to look some stuff up, and I’m going to be working at the cafe this afternoon, but I could have a go this evening if you like.’
‘Don’t bother. I’ll be fine.’ He pushed the earbud back in.
Merry yanked it out again.
‘Hey!’ Leo glared at her.
‘What do you mean, “I’ll be fine”? You don’t know that. I have to keep you safe, and witchcraft is the only way I can do it.’
‘Witchcraft?’ He groaned, running one hand through his hair. ‘You all act like it’s so great, but it isn’t. Charms and spells and curses … It was magic that got you involved with Gwydion. It was magic that killed Jack.’ He shifted in his seat, turning away from her.
Merry stared at the back of his head for a few moments. He was sort of right, but …
‘What about your eye, though? And all the other injuries you had?’ She poked him in the back. ‘Magic fixed you. Otherwise you’d still be lying in bed bleeding.’
Leo swung round.
‘Well, that’s another problem, isn’t it? I’m going to medical school in September, supposedly. I’m going to have to study for five years and train for even longer so I can be a doctor. But what’s the point?’ He flung his hands up in a shrug. ‘Why should I bother when Gran can throw some pink liquid around, sing a few bars of terrible music and heal me, just like that?’
Merry opened her mouth to reply, but Leo wasn’t done.
‘You lot have all this power, but who benefits? Your families, maybe. And a handful of locals who still believe the legends and stories, and aren’t too proud to go to the resident wise woman when they need some help. Nobody else. Oh, you go on about protecting your identities like you’re so many superheroes. But you’re selfish, basically. You just want to keep the power to yourselves.’
‘That’s not true! You know it’s not true. People would be terrified of us if we didn’t keep it secret.’ Merry looked around at the empty seats as if they might give her some inspiration. ‘Helping people without them knowing that we’re helping them is really hard. And the coven aren’t perfect. But they try. You know they try.’
Her brother shrugged, crossed his arms and sank lower in his seat.
‘They helped me, back in April.’