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Her eyes rolled around each time she spoke and her eyelashes curled up to the sound of her voice.
    â€˜Move it,’ Miss Prudence Pugwort said to Edwina and Zack in a very squeaky female voice. ‘I need to get back to my room so I can finish oiling my rusty old springs.’
    Edwina and Zack picked up their bags, trying hard not to giggle at Miss Prudence as they followed closely behind her bouncing springs.
    â€˜I’m so hungry,’ Zack said as he flopped down inside his room on a green, lumpy chair.
    â€˜Dinner’s at seven witchery hours,’ Miss Prudence Pugwort said as she closed the door of Zack’s room.
    Miss Prudence Pugwort slowly squeaked her way across the hall with Edwina and knocked loudly on the door with a large silver star just above the doorknob. A girl with long black hair and a big smile answered the door.
    â€˜Hi, I’m Harriet Kwan Yin, and you must be Edwina Pilkington.’
    Edwina picked up her bags and entered the room with Harriet. Miss Prudence Pugwort told both girls that dinner was at seven witchery hours before she squeaked her way back down the hallway.
    Edwina and Harriet found they had so much in common that they instantly became good friends.



'C ome on, sleepyheads, you should be awake by now,’
    Miss Prudence Pugwort said as she knocked loudly on their door with her large tin hands. ‘You’ll be late for class and Professor Goodspell will be mad.’
    Edwina opened the door and yawned. ‘You’re looking well this morning, Miss Prudence Pugwort. No more squeaky springs,’ said Edwina.
    Harriet popped her head around the door and started giggling. Miss Prudence Pugwort marched off quickly down the hallway, followed closely by Edwina and Harriet. They both looked smart, dressed in their long, purple cloaks as they did a quick turn to the right and into the classroom.
    Edwina and Harriet were definitely late. Everybody else was seated and looking quite furious at having to wait for them to arrive.
    â€˜Over here Edwina,’ Zack said, who was also looking very smart, dressed in his computer whiz uniform which was a purple blazer with gold pinstripes. On the pocket of his purple blazer was a golden dragon.
    â€˜Good morning, students,’ Professor Goodspell said. ‘I welcome you all to Professor Frogsley’s School of Computer Magic. I would like to see all my students here promptly by nine witchery hours every morning,’ she said as she looked directly at Edwina and Harriet.
    â€˜First up this morning is a history lesson on our famous school which was named after a very, very powerful wizard. His name was Professor Frogsley, a wizard who kept many secret spells. Over the years, the Professor began to write his secret spells down in a journal. The only trouble was the Professor used invisible ink and only his most trusted friends knew the secret of how to read his journals.
    â€˜As he grew older and much wiser, he decided it was time to pass his knowledge on to other witches and wizards so that the wonderful world of magic would live on. After many sleepless nights, he decided to put his magic into a ring. In each ring he placed a stone. Each stone was given different powers.
    â€˜After making the rings, Professor Frogsley knew it was time to open a special magic school so he could educate all the witches and wizards who had been entrusted with a Magic Ring. The Professor began travelling the world on his birch broomstick, looking for the perfect place for a school, a place no mortal could enter. After many years of searching, the Professor accidentally landed on the Isle of No-Where-Else and came across an old Egyptian temple. It was perfect, just what he had been searching the world for.
    â€˜It makes me very proud to be head professor of this very special school and to be able to follow in the footsteps of the great Professor Frogsley and all the other witches and wizards who have studied here over the