Imagine if you read your teacher's diary... and discovered she was a witch!
With courage, imagination and a certain amount of recklessness, Zelda Stitch begins her first year of teaching primary school as an incompetent (incognito) witch.
'Zelda rides a broomstick!'
'Zelda's got a bat-friend!'
'Zelda smells like toadstools!'
'Witch! Witch! Witch!'
It was bad enough when I was eleven years old. But if they sniff me out now, it'll be a disaster.
Zelda Stitch isn't much of a witch she's hoping she'll make a better primary school teacher. But if the vice principal finds out about her, her dream will go up in a puff of smoke.
Keeping her magic secret isn't the only trouble bubbling in Ms Stitch's classroom: there's wild-child Zinnia, lonely Eleanor, secretive Phoebe and a hairy, eight-legged visitor called Jeremy. Not to mention the nits...
With No Help at All from her disagreeable cat Barnaby, Zelda must learn to be a better teacher, a better friend and a better witch even if that means taking broomstick lessons.
Magic. Mischief. Mayhem. Zelda's classroom is a cauldron full of laughs.
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