but they just stayed exactly where they were, floating right above her head.
‘Oh, dear me indeed,’ she said again. ‘This isn’t good at all.’
‘I don’t know … It’s nice to have a bit of peace and quiet sometimes, isn’t it?’
A tiny red-haired woman appeared as if from nowhere. She gave Cinders a little wave and snagged some sausages from the plate in front of Sparks’s nose, munching away happily while Cinders stared. Like most people with at least one half-decent parent, she had been brought up not to stare, but it was hard not to gawp at this woman. Her hair was almost the exact same shade of red as Sparks’s fur, and her skin was so pale that it almost glittered. She was a very stare-at-able person.
And that was before you even considered the fact that she had a pair of wings sprouting out of her back.
And was floating.
In the air.
‘Okay, someone’s going to have to tell me what’s going on,’ Cinders said, looking her new friend up and down, from her big black boots and bright blue tutu to the floppy purple bow in her hair.
‘Brilliant.’ She finished off a sausage and licked her fingers before starting on another. ‘Having a difficult day?’
‘You could say that,’ Cinders said. She wrapped her arms round Sparks, trying to pull him back down to the ground, but he wouldn’t budge. ‘Don’t suppose you’ve got any idea what’s going on?’
‘I could hazard a guess.’ The woman looked up at the floating dog. ‘Magic isn’t always terribly reliable, especially when you’re just starting out.’
‘Magic?’
Cinders let go of Sparks and looked down at her fingers.
‘What else did you think was going on?’ The little pale lady held out her hand. ‘Hello, I’m your godmother.’
Remembering her manners, Cinders took the hand in her own and her skin began to tingle again. ‘I think you might have the wrong person,’ she said. ‘I haven’t got a godmother.’
‘Actually, you have –’ the woman fluttered her wings – ‘because I’m it. I realise I’m a bit late, but, in my defence, you were very difficult to find. You’re not on any kind of social media, are you? What’s that all about? Oh, I should have introduced myself properly – you can call me Brian.’
Cinders looked down and realised she was still shaking the woman’s hand.
‘Where I’m from, Brian is generally considered a man’s name,’ she said as politely as possible, letting go of Brian’s hand.
‘Says who?’ Brian replied. ‘It’s a perfectly good name. Why on earth would you stop half the people on the planet using it?’
‘Beats me,’ Cinders said. ‘That’s just how it is.’
Brian shook her head in disagreement. ‘You make no sense, you people. Doesn’t really matter, does it? I do love the way it rolls off the tongue.’
To be fair, Cinders couldn’t really argue with her.
‘Anyway, I’m not sure you’d be able to pronounce my real name,’ Brian went on. ‘So let’s stick with Brian for now. I’m guessing you’ve got some questions.’
‘One or two.’ Cinders nodded. ‘Mostly about the whole magic thing. And the godmother thing. And the talking dog. And the wings.’
‘The last one is easy. I need the wings to fly,’ Brian replied, speaking very clearly, as if Cinders might not understand. ‘And I’m your godmother because your mother chose me to be your godmother. That’s usually how that works. As for the magic, I don’t know why it’s decided to show itself today, but, if you want to tell me what you’ve been up to, that might give me a clue.’
‘You knew my mother!’ Cinders’s eyes opened wide. ‘Oh my goodness, please can you tell me about her?’ Whenever she asked her father about her mother, he went all quiet and got a faraway look in his eyes.
‘I can.’ Brian nodded. ‘But shouldn’t we get your dog back on the ground first?’
‘I suppose we should,’ Cinders agreed. ‘I don’t know what happened. One minute he was just an ordinary dog and the next he started talking. Then I wished things would stop for a moment and everything froze.’
‘Ah, there you have it,’ Brian said with a wise smile. ‘You made a wish. Wishes are very powerful, you know.’
‘I wished for the sausages as well,’ Cinders said slowly. ‘And I wished that the dishes would do themselves. Are you telling me I can grant my own wishes?’
‘Who else do you expect to grant them?’ Brian asked. ‘I might be a fairy, but I’ve got far better things to do with my day than produce a plate of sausages out of thin air every time someone clicks their fingers. Although, that said, these are very tasty sausages.’
‘You’re a fairy?’ Cinders asked, saucer-eyed.
Brian fluttered her wings. ‘These things didn’t give it away? You know, your mum was a lot cleverer than you.’
‘And you really knew my mother?’
‘You could say that,’ Brian replied, turning a somersault in mid-air. ‘You look a lot like her, you know.’
Other than her father, Cinders had never, ever met anyone who had known her mother, and every time she asked her father to tell her a story about their life together he looked so sad she couldn’t stand it. Brian was the first person she’d ever met who had so much as heard of her mother, and she was real-life, flying fairy.
Cinders really needed a little sit-down.
‘I’ve never met a fairy before,’ she said slowly. ‘I didn’t think they were real. I mean, I know there are elves and I met an exceptionally disagreeable troll who lives under the bridge once upon a time, but I thought fairies were … well. From fairy tales.’
Brian looked slightly concerned. ‘I think I’m real,’ she replied. ‘At least I’d better be. I’ve left the oven on at home and there’ll be hell to pay if I accidentally burn the house down.’
Brian, Cinders decided, was definitely real.
‘Any more questions?’ her fairy godmother asked. ‘I haven’t got all day, you know.’
‘How do we get him back on the ground?’ Cinders asked, turning her attention to Sparks. Her stepmother had been furious when she shrank her favourite jumper in the wash, and she would not be happy if Cinders left the dog hanging around in mid-air.
‘Wishes are tricky things,’ Brian said. ‘Sometimes they stick; sometimes they don’t. Depends how much you mean it when you
