The trouble with living happily ever after is that it can get pretty boring, and for witches and wizards it can get ten times more boring than it does for ordinary people because they are ten times more intelligent than ordinary people.
Ordinary people who are older than about twenty are quite often already on the slippery slope downhill to a life of total boredom, but they pretend they’re not by gardening or going on holiday or restoring rusty old cars until they are shining like new, but just as rubbish as they were when they were new because they were rubbish cars in the first place.
Ordinary people who are younger than about twenty, and know in their hearts that it’s only a matter of time until they pass twenty and their lives become boring too, try to pretend it’s not happening by sitting in dark places sending hundred of text messages to people who are sitting in a different dark place sending hundreds of text messages all of which say nothing at all, lol, thnx, omg, booms.1
There are millions of things humans can do to stop being bored – the trouble is that most of them are even more boring than being bored.
Witches and wizards can do all that stuff in the blink of an eye and a lot more besides. They are too intelligent to spend months putting a cheap, rubbish car back together. All they have to do is a couple of quick spells and what was once a pile of rusty old tin cans in a puddle is suddenly three 1961 Ferrari 250 GT SWB California Spyders.2 Even simple distractions can be boring. If a wizard want a Cornetto, he doesn’t have to drive down to the shops in one of his 1961 Ferrari 250 GT SWB California Spyders. He just clicks his fingers and there’s chocolate running down his fingers before you can say, ‘I wonder if it’s raining in Belgium?’
If a wizard is sitting by a lovely lake and watching the flying jellyfish splattering themselves against the rocks has got boring, he can create an instant island with trees and purple grass and Belgian nudists getting attacked by man-eating thistles. Nerlin Flood, the King of Transylvania Waters, has created seventeen of these islands, though he did make the grass a different colour and the nudists a different nationality on each one. His wife, the sensationally irresistible Queen Mordonna, also created seventeen islands, but hers floated fifty metres above the ground and the nudists all wore clothes so as not to frighten little children as they drifted over their school playgrounds.3
Of course, it’s hard to imagine that anyone living in a country as staggeringly beautiful as Transylvania Waters, with its exciting furniture-rotting dampness, gorgeous baby-eating plants and vampire kittens, could ever be bored. Most people would give their right arms to live there and in fact many people have.4 There is a small village on the far side of Lake Tarnish where everyone living there has done that, and hidden behind the village in the Big Forest is a colony of immigrants who have sacrificed their eye-teeth too.
It is even harder to imagine that someone who was not only a witch or wizard, but a royal prince or princess too, would ever want to leave this paradise on earth, where magic rocks ooze blood that tastes like nectar and tiny chocolate-flavoured frogs leap into your mouth to send your taste buds into a frenzy of sheer delight.
But this is exactly what happened. Even though it had only been a short time since the Floods had returned to Transylvania Waters as its rightful rulers, there are times when ruling a country that can only be described as Paradise5 can get a little boring.
‘We hate to admit it,’ said the Flood twins Prince Morbid and Prince Silent in the first week of the summer holidays, ‘because it sounds very ungrateful, but we’re bored.’
‘Bored?’ said Nerlin. ‘How on earth can you be bored? What about the magic rocks that ooze blood and the chocolate-flavoured frogs?’
‘Boring,’ said Silent, who had begun talking once the family had gone to live in Transylvania Waters.
‘And what about school?’ said Mordonna.
‘Love school,’ said Morbid. ‘But there’s eight weeks until the next term starts.’
‘What about summer camp?’ said Mordonna. ‘That might be fun.’
‘You have to be kidding,’ said Satanella. ‘Stuck in the middle of the country with a bunch of goody-goody human nerds, singing camp-fire songs and sleeping in tents? I’d rather eat my own feet.’
‘Ah, no,’ said Mordonna. ‘Not human summer camp. Quicklime College6 Summer School. The brochure arrived this morning.’
‘What, stuck in the middle of the country with a bunch of junior wizards, singing camp-fire songs and sleeping in tents?’ said the twins. ‘We’ve only got to look out of the window to see the country already, this place is full of it. And we hate singing.’
‘Yes, and as you know,’ Merlinmary added, ‘camping is illegal in Transylvania Waters.’7
‘No, no, it’s nothing like that,’ said Mordonna. ‘For a start it’s in New York, no trees, no tents, no grass and all that nature stuff. Quicklime’s Summer School is in a block of luxury apartments in Manhattan.’
‘No sleeping bags?’
‘King-size beds in every room,’ said Mordonna.
‘No cooking lumps of flour and water on a stick in a bonfire?’8
‘Luxury German kitchens on every floor, it says here,’ said Mordonna, holding up the brochure. ‘With servants to clean for you. Servants who were trained by the finest British Butler School, it says.’
‘That sounds OK,’ said Satanella, ‘but what are we supposed to do all day? I can’t see rock climbing or traversing ravines or white water rafting happening much in New York.’
‘You will have many exciting opportunities to put all the things you have learnt at school into practice,’ Mordonna read out.
‘Now that could have endless possibilities,’ said Winchflat.
‘Winchflat, I think we need to talk about you and school,’ said Mordonna. ‘I mean, you’re married and have a daughter now. Don’t you think it’s time you left school?’
‘We’ll talk about that when we get back from New York,’ said Winchflat. ‘I’ve got some inventions I want to try and that will be the perfect place.’
Mordonna and Nerlin knew better than to ask Winchflat what the inventions were. Although they all spoke the same language, once Winchflat started explaining what one of his gadgets was and how it worked, it was as if he was talking Belgian and they came from Paraguay or Mars. They also knew that telling him to make sure none of his gadgets broke the law was pointless, because every one of his inventions was always fitted with a Change-The-Law-So-It’s-All-Legal-Attachment that meant he could get away with murder, not that murder was something he had ever considered. When you are a wizard with awesome powers like Winchflat, there are far more creative ways of dealing with evil people than murder.
So it was decided that apart from Valla, who was a bit busy doing government stuff, and baby Charlie Hulbert, who was busy just doing stuff,9 all the Flood children and Ffiona Hulbert would go to Quicklime College Summer School.
1 booms = bored out of my skull.
2 A 1961 Ferrari 250 GT SWB California Spyder is the most expensive car ever sold. In an auction someone paid US$10,976,000 for one. Nerlin has five of them, each one an exciting, yet intriguingly different, shade of red to go with whatever mood he is in that day. If he isn’t in a red mood, another spell changes the car to the colour of his current mood.
3 It was the islands, not the little children, who were drifting over the playgrounds. Except, of course, on April the 18th, which is National Drifting Over Playgrounds Day, when everyone in Transylvania Waters floats about. And actually only sixteen of Mordonna’s islands drift over the countryside as one of them has got stuck on the spire of Transylvania Waters’s one and only church, St Clympna’s.
4 When some of these people were discovered to be left-handed they were deported to Belgium.
5 Actually, there are lots of ways to describe Transylvania Waters, including ‘that weird place where all the witches and wizards live’.
6 If you want to find out all about Quicklime College, then read The Floods 2: Playschool. In fact, if you haven’t read it, then put this book down and rush out and get it now so I don’t have to keep repeating myself telling you who everyone is.
7 The reason camping is illegal in Transylvania Waters is because they have the sense to realise that sleeping in a bag on lumpy ground under a thin bit of leaky canvas is not so much a holiday as a very cruel type of punishment.
8 Which is what we had to do at Scout Camp. It has proved invaluable because I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve been stranded somewhere with nothing but some flour, some water, a bonfire and a stick and wondered what to have for dinner. Without that training I would probably eat the stick.
9 Eating earth, filling his nappy and that sort of stuff.