Words for Wednesday :: Sour Notes 2

Word for Wednesday is a challenge that was started a long time ago. Now it has turned into a movable event with Elephant's Child as our coordinator; and the Words provided by a number of people.

The general idea of this challenge is to make us write. Poems, stories, subtitles, tales, jokes, haiku, crosswords, puns, ... you're the boss.
Use all Words, some Words, one Word, or even none of them if that makes your creative juices flow. Anything goes, only please nothing rude or vulgar.

In September  River will supply us with prompts.

 It is also a challenge, where the old saying "The more the merrier" holds true.

So Please, remember to follow the links, go back and read other peoples' stories. And please leave a comment after reading. Challenges like this one thrives on interaction, feedback and encouragement. And we ALL need encouragement.

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This Wednesday's prompts:
Feeling  
Motion  
Unthinkable  
Blowing  
Shopping  
Road trip


I have so many loose ends here. Trying to tie up one of them Sour Notes
Not used: Shopping, Road Trip.

Feeling more than seeing the motion of Thora's hands Susan had no idea how she did it. She was unthinkably fast.
Selma was standing next to the big hazel tree, and Thora did ... something. Then she began humming, then singing. Selma walked the short distance to the hazel tree, and placed her hands against it. Thora also placed her hands against the tree all the while singing her song. A breeze started blowing, making the branches sway gently. Selma began smiling, then she held out her hand and a branch, nay a wand, dropped softly into it

Thora stopped singing and looked at Susan in her hiding place: " I see you, Susan, there's no way you can hide from me."

"I don't want to hide, Susan said truthfully, but what you do seems so - private, secret, Erm. But it's so fascinating." Susan stopped.

Thora turned to Selma: "Now you try casting that heating spell once again."

Selma tentatively swished her new wand through the air. "It feels the same, yet different," Selma said. Then she swished it in the set pattern for the heating spell, and greenish sparks and a small swirl of hot vapour flew from the tip of the new wand, enclosing Selma in its swirls.
"It works. It works!" Selma said happily, I feel as warm as on a summer's day."

"I knew it," Thora said. From now on you should have no trouble with your spellcasting - at least not caused by your wand. And I once again prologise for not discovering earlier what had happened to your wand."

"All is fine," Selma said, a bit shy at having a professor apologise to her. "I am just so happy I was not at fault. When you asked for my wand, I believed that you were going to have me expelled."

"Oh no," Thora said, "I never thought it could be seen that way. But of course, you did not know. Sorry once again. Now let's get rid of the old wand."

Thora broke Selma's old wand in two pieces, which she pushed into the soft earth underneath the hazel tree all the while singing a sad song, which sounded for all the world just like the opposite of the one she sung while singing a wand.

And now you two girls get back to school before tea time. And don't tell anybody a word of what happened here, or I will make you into toads."

"Yes, Thora!" Selma and Susan said in unison and ran back to the Farm.

They never spoke of it, but Susan remembered, and often went down the the trees, visiting her Japanese cherry tree, humming to it, trying to remember Thora's song.