I'll Be There For You. Kerry Barrett

green eyes made me feel a bit nervous.

      ‘Hi, Brenna,’ I said. ‘I’m Harmony.’

      ‘Hello,’ she said. She smiled at me but there was no warmth in it. Next to me, Fiona stacked bricks without touching them, then knocked the tower over – also without touching it. The blocks scattered across the parquet floor of the meeting room and bounced against Brenna’s feet. She glanced down and though she didn’t say anything, I felt guilty for not controlling my daughter.

      ‘Sorry,’ I muttered. I picked Fiona up and she started to squirm in my arms, shouting to be put down again.

      ‘Fiona,’ I said into her ear in a no-nonsense way that I hoped she couldn’t ignore. ‘Stop that.’

      Fiona ignored me. Instead she squirmed some more and shouted louder.

      ‘She’s not normally like this,’ I said apologetically to the whole room and no one in particular.

      Sensing my weakness, Finn toddled over and hung on to my leg.

      ‘UP!’ he shouted.

      ‘In a minute, darling,’ I said. Neither of the kids was talking much yet but when they decided to speak, they did it loud.

      ‘UP UP UP,’ he yelled. Meanwhile, Fiona arched her back and shouted to be put down.

      The blonde woman who’d bound her naughty son when we arrived took pity on me. She clapped her hands and with a shimmer like a heat haze, the room filled with balloons.

      ‘Try to catch the balloons,’ she told the children, who were already chasing them round the hall. ‘There’s a prize for the person who catches the most.’

      I put Fiona down and she and Finn wobbled off in pursuit of a red balloon that was bouncing along just out of their reach.

      Embarrassed at how hopeless I’d been at controlling my own children, I slumped onto one of the seats. Brenna sat next to me, much to my dismay.

      ‘Must be hard when there are two of them,’ said the blonde woman with a smile. ‘As soon as Henry realised he could make stuff happen, my life was hell. Your two seem very advanced considering how small they are. Henry’s three now and I know I was a similar age when I started working things out.’

      I glanced at Esme, who had got up off the carpet when the balloons descended and who was now sitting on a chair opposite me.

      ‘Us too,’ I said. ‘Esme’s younger than me, but we were both about three when we started. My two have just turned one.’

      ‘It’s very important to set boundaries,’ said Brenna. ‘You can’t just let them do what they want.’

      Esme nodded.

      ‘Of course my Clemmie isn’t old enough to develop her powers yet but, funnily enough, I had that same conversation with a friend yesterday,’ she said. ‘She’s not a witch, my friend, but we all have the same pressures, don’t we…?’