Q1. Write your name.

‘I’ve always wanted to try a flying broom,’ admitted Willow, who’d long wished for one of her own, and couldn’t help feeling a little disappointed. If ever there was a time for a flying broom, surely saving the world was it. Moreg looked at her, shrugged and said, ‘Well, I suppose time is of the essence, and we are going past Radditch in any case…’ Willow blinked. Radditch… Something tugged at the corner of the mind. Weren’t the people there known for something? Something to do with making things fly? A faint curl of hope expanded in her chest. Was the witch saying what she thought? ‘So despite my misgivings, I think we’ll have to get some brooms, yes’. Moreg didn’t look all that happy about it, though. ‘First thing in the morning.’ Willow let out a small whoop of glee, and did a little jig, which made Oswin huff inside the carpetbag. She schooled herself fast when Moreg blinked at her in surprise. ‘Um,’ said Willow, clearing her throat self-consciously. ‘Oh, okay, if you really think that’s best.’ Dusk was setting as, sometime later, Willow and Moreg entered a fragrant wood. They walked on until they came across a small clearing covered in purple clover, where Moreg told her they’d be stopping for the night. ‘We’ll make an early start to Radditch tomorrow.’ Despite the promise of acquiring flying broomsticks, Willow was grateful to rest for the night. Her feet were sore, and she was tired and hungry. She set her carpetbag down, and then did a double-take when she what Moreg was doing. Seemingly, from out of nowhere, the witch had whipped out a large cast-iron pot, which she placed over an odd violet-hued flame that was suspended in mid-air. ‘I hope you like nettle stew – it shouldn’t take too long.’ ‘H-how did you do that?’ exclaimed Willow. Moreg waved a palm distractedly while testing the stew with a wooden spoon, and muttering, ‘Needs salt, definitely.’ She patted the front of her cloak, reached inside, and withdrew a small ceramic pot which she took a pinch of salt and sprinkled it into the pot. Then, seeing Willow’s bemused stare, she said quite nonchalantly, ‘Oh this? Been cooking all day.’ Willow blinked. What?

Q3. 1. What time did Willow think a flying broom was needed?

Q4. 2. How did Moreg look when she decided they’d have to get brooms?

Q5. 3. Oswin huffed inside the carpetbag. Name 2 things that Willow did.

Q6. Where did Willow and Moreg stop for the night?

Q7. 5. As well as her feet being sore, how else did Willow feel?

Q8. 6. Describe what Moreg whipped out.