The Game (14 page)

These are the sun signs. Which one were you born under?

The sun sign you are born under is supposed to give you certain personality traits. From the descriptions listed here, can you recognise yourself?

Answers on page 20.

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Is your personality written in the stars? Or is it all just a load of moonshine?

If you were wrong, go back and check which one is supposed to match you. Do you agree with it? Try the quiz on your friends and see how they match up.

Mrs Baker had
forgotten
to pack the books. “Well,” Charmain said, after an interval of blinking and swallowing, “I suppose I've never really been away from home before. Next time I go anywhere, I'll pack the bag
myself
and fill it with books. I shall make the best of it for now.”

Making the best of it, she heaved the other bag on to the crowded table and shoved to make room for it. This shunted four milk jugs and a teapot off on to the floor. “And I
don't care
!” Charmain said as they fell. Somewhat to her relief, the milk jugs were empty and simply bounced, and the teapot did not break either. It just lay on its side leaking tea on to the floor. “That's probably the good side to magic,” Charmain said, glumly digging out the topmost meat pasty. She flung her skirts into a bundle between her knees, put her elbows on the table, and took a huge, comforting, savory bite from the pasty.

Something cold and quivery touched the bare part of her right leg.

Charmain froze, not daring even to chew. This kitchen is full of big magical slugs! she thought.

The cold thing touched another part of her leg. With the touch came a very small whispery whine.

Very slowly, Charmain pulled aside skirt and tablecloth and looked down. Under the table sat an extremely small and ragged white dog, gazing up at her piteously and shaking all over. When it saw Charmain looking down at it, it cocked uneven, frayed-looking white ears and flailed at the floor with its short, wispy tail. Then it whispered out a whine again.

“Who are
you
?” Charmain said. “Nobody told me about a dog.”

Great Uncle William's voice spoke out of the air once more. “This is Waif. Be very kind to him. He came to me as a stray and he seems to be frightened of everything.”

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