broomsticks. There had been protests from students and parents. After all, broomsticks are super environmentally friendly. The resources they use up are one stick, a bundle of twigs and a bit of string, and they donât need any fuel to run. But they were banned in New York because it was decided the sight of children flying around the city on brooms would totally freak out the human population and probably cause a lot of accidents with people driving their cars into things and people walking into signposts.
âNot to mention all the dogs trying to run away with them, like they did when we had that school trip to Paris last year,â the Headmaster had said. âThere are still three poodles missing who grabbed hold of them and were carried off into the clouds before their owners could call them back.â
After they had watched a few motorbikes drive past, the girls decided that maybe it was not quite the same as flying a broom.
âOK then,â said Ffiona, âwhy donât we start with the black velvet masks? They canât be difficult to get.â
But compared to Transylvania Waters, New York is useless for shopping. As incredible as it may seem, there is not a single branch of DisGuysânâGals, where you can buy everything the well-dressed witch or wizard would want to wear from pointy hats to turbo wands. 18 In fact, a search of several blocks failed to turn up a single shop where you could buy even a simple black velvet mask.
That night Betty and Ffiona were still at the bottom of the list. They had spent the entire day on their highwayman plans and hadnât actually made a single cent between them, apart from the single centFfiona had picked up in the gutter. The twins, on the other hand, had another great day at the races and made another million-plus dollars.
The two girls were too embarrassed to tell anyone what theyâd been doing. In Transylvania Waters even a two-year-old could find a black velvet mask. So if theyâd told anyone, theyâd have been a laughing-stock.
The next morning they crept out of the building before anyone else was up. Over a bowl of porridge in Auntie Crabâs Greasy Spoon Diner down an alley across the street, they decided what to do next.
âWhat is a mask for?â said Ffiona.
âTo hide your face, so no one can tell who you are,â said Betty.
âExactly, and we canât find any, can we?â
âSo what are you suggesting?â
âImprovisation,â said Ffiona.
Ffiona took a thick black texta out of her pocket and drew a mask on Bettyâs face. 19 She thenhanded the pen to Betty to do the same for her. This would not have fooled anyone who knew them for an instant, but they were not going to rob people they knew.
âThis whole disguise thing a bit pointless,â said Betty. âIn fact, itâs actually the opposite of a disguise.â
âHow?â said Ffiona.
âWell, if people weâve robbed go to the police and the police ask them what we looked like and they say, âThey had pretend masks drawn on their faces,â as soon as we set foot outside looking like this weâll be arrested,â said Betty. âWeâre certainly going to be the only two children in New York looking like that.â
âGood point,â said Ffiona. âBut if we werenât the only two, then it would be a brilliant disguise.â
âMeaning?â
âWhat if all the children the same age as us had black masks drawn on their faces?â
âHow on earth are we going to do that?â said Betty.
âDuh, youâre a witch, remember,â said Ffiona. âYou can do magic spells. Couldnât you make a spell so every kid wakes up tomorrow with a black mask?â
âYes, of course. Brilliant,â said Betty.
âWhy didnât you just use magic to give us masks,â said Ffiona, âinstead of us having to muck about with