“Danny! Wait for me, Danny!”
A girl with long, auburn hair stumbled about as she climbed over the mossy rocks. She was proudly carrying a basket that was several sizes too large for her, while desperately trying to keep up with her older brother.
“Calm down, Norah. I’m not leaving you behind,” a boy with short, sandy hair laughed. He had paused atop the trunk of a fallen tree, turning back to face his sister. He readjusted his grasp on the bundle of blankets and rope in his arms. “I promised you I’d take you to the treehouse today, didn’t I?”
Norah was beaming. “Yes, you did.” She hurried forward, still smiling widely. “How much further is it?”
“Not so far…” Danny started, taking a few steps but then stopping.
Norah looked up at him, confusion written across her face.
“I just remembered…” her brother said, “We were supposed to clean our rooms today.” He slowly turned around and started walking back the way they had come.
Norah was about to burst out laughing. “Since when have you ever cared to clean your room when you’re supposed to? Come on, we’re going to the treehouse!”
Norah took the large basket in one hand and grabbed her brother’s arm with the other. Using all her strength she managed to spin him around and start dragging him in the right direction.
Danny shook his head. “Yeah…” he said, “I don’t know what got into me.”
Norah giggled at her brother as they continued onward through the mossy vegetation. However, no more than a minute had passed when Norah stopped short, her eyes round, with a soft, “Oooh.”
Far ahead, above the tree tops, she spotted a small, round shape soaring through the air. Even more astounding was the fact that the ball-resembling object was caught mid-air by a cloaked person who seemed to be flying.
Norah gasped and shot a glance at her brother, only to realize that he had turned back the other way again. She dropped the basket altogether and hurried to his side.
“Stop mumbling about cleaning you room!” she exclaimed. “Look!”
His sister was yanking at Danny’s arm, and eventually he was persuaded to look towards what she was excitedly pointing at.
Flying people, on what he could only discern to be broomsticks, were tossing a ball back and forth. Their dark capes fluttered in the wind, as if they were either Batman or witches on their way to Brocken. Danny’s jaw dropped as a chill ran up his spine.
Danny could not explain what he had seen in the woods. Not until four years later, soon after his sister had started receiving those mysterious letters.