‘It’s writing something!’ screamed Nigel.
And it was.
Agatha . . .
‘Who’s doing it’ shouted Miss Trunchbull, when she saw her name. She dropped Wilfred on his head.
Agatha, this Magnus . . . the chalk continued to write.
‘No!’ Screamed Miss Trunchbull.’It can’t be Magnus!’
Agatha, give my Jenny back her house . . .
Miss Honey looked quickly at Matilda. The child was sitting very still and her eyes were bright.
Give Jenny her money . . .
Miss Trunchbull’s face was very white now, and she was making strange noise.
. . . then go away from here or I will come and get you! I will come and get you, like you got me. I’m watching you, Agatha . . .
The chalk stopped writing and fell on the floor. The Wilfred screamed, ‘Miss Trunchbull is on the floor!’
Everyone ran to look. Miss Trunchbull was lying on her back on the floor with her eyes shut.
‘Somebody go and get one of the other teachers, ‘said Miss Honey. Three children ran out of the room.
‘My Dad says that cold water is the best way to wake up people who don’t want to wake up, ‘said Nigel. And he took the