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sergeantsporks · 3 months ago
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Hiii!! Just read your latest whumptober which I loved! Any chance I could please request some more of Hunter interacting with the Scouts and them caring for him?? Thank you!!
All hail the babysitter's emperor's coven
“Hey, you’re new.”
Henderson straightened, holding out a hand. “Yeah, just got transferred from Latissa! Henderson.”
She shook his outstretched hand. “Jean.”
“So. Capital life has got to be exciting, right?”
Jean shrugged. “Not much more than Latissa, I think. It’s mostly quiet.”
“No way! After everything that’s gone down here? Plus, working with the head of the coven—that’s got to be interesting, right?”
“Eh. Last coven head turned out to be a traitor and the new one—”
Henderson peered around his coworker as a blonde head passed by the door. “Uh—whoa, Jean, there’s a kid in here, I think he’s lost. Is there a school tour today, or—”
Jean grabbed the collar of his cloak and yanked him back as he started towards the door. “That’s the new coven head,” she said tiredly, “Do not call him a kid.”
Henderson gaped after him. “That’s the golden guard?”
“That’s the golden guard.”
Henderson inhaled. “Okay. I know you just said not to call him a kid.”
“Mhm.”
“But that is an actual child.”
“Yyyyyyep.”
Henderson waved an arm at the door. “That doesn’t bother you at all?!”
“He’s been here longer than I have. Look, Henderson, you’re new here, lemme give you some advice; don’t think too hard about anything. Just keep your head down, do your job, and everything will be fine. Don’t question the fact that our boss is half our age.” Jean jabbed a finger at him. “Listen to me. Do not. Treat the golden guard. Like a kid. Got it?”
“Got it.”
“Okay, good. Now, you’re the new guy, so you’re on duty to tell him it’s bedtime at eleven, because if we don’t remind him, he won’t go to sleep until three in the morning.”
Henderson threw his hands up in the air. “You just said—”
“We’re not treating him like a kid,” Jean interjected smoothly, “We’re enforcing coven curfews to ensure that all coven members are operating under total efficiency.”
Henderson squinted at her. “Is there… actually a coven curfew?”
“As far as he knows? Yes. And it’s at eleven. We’ve worked very hard to falsify schedules sent to him so that he believes it, so do not screw this up for us. March, soldier, you don’t want to miss curfew yourself.”
Henderson strode out the door, jogging in the direction he’d seen the golden guard disappear. This was ridiculous. He was working for a child, and he and the other scouts were babysitting. He’d joined the coven because he’d thought it would be full of opportunities. He hadn’t expected to be running after a teenager to remind him to go to bed.
He finally caught up to the golden guard. “Sir!”
The guard stiffened, snapping to attention and whirling around to face him. “Scout.”
Oh, titan. Why did his voice have to sound like that? You are a child, why are you in the military, Henderson’s mind screamed, but he snapped a salute instead. “Curfew is approaching.”
The guard nodded. “Thank you for the reminder. Have a good night.”
“Sir.”
Henderson turned heel and marched back down the hallway, fighting back laughter the whole way to the barracks. Jean was getting ready to go out on patrol as he came in, and he lost it, wheezing. “Oh my titan, he’s like a tiny adult! How do you take him seriously all of the time?!”
“Wait until you train with him and he pummels you,” Jean said grimly, “See if you’re still laughing then.”
That shut Henderson up.
Jean opened the door to go. “It’s easier when he’s got the mask on,” she admitted, “Usually he wears it when he’s ordering us around.” She pointed to his bed. “There’s a list of scout duties and your schedule, as written and approved by the golden guard. Underneath that is the scout-created scout duties and your golden guard watch schedule, we all agreed on it and will re-discuss next month. Memorize and destroy them, and don’t let the golden guard see them. Or Kikimora.”
Jean disappeared out of the door, and Henderson shook his head, picking up the two scraps of paper with a messy scrawl on them.
Golden Guard Duties
1. Curfew reminder at 11. If he checks the barracks before he goes to bed, pretend you’re getting ready to turn in
2. Check to make sure there’s snacks in his mission packs. They should be sources of protein.
3. Remind him of mealtimes, or he won’t eat.
4. Never ever go easy on him in training, he will surprise you, he will destroy you, he will lecture you on standards of combat excellency in the coven. This is for your own safety.
5. After he returns from special missions, surprise check on him. He hides injuries.
6. If he returns injured, pick up a few extra patrols to keep him from overexerting himself, because he will keep on working.
Underneath was schedule of what days he was supposed to curfew or meal remind, and which days he was supposed to put snacks in the mission packs.
Henderson shook his head, burning the piece of paper. “He’s head of the coven, how bad can he really be?”
The answer to that question came incredibly quickly when the golden guard returned from a mission with a bandage on his forehead. Jean and Henderson were both standing guard outside of the throne room. Henderson heard a raised voice, and looked to Jean. His coworker was staring pointedly at the floor.
“Just keep your head low,” she said quietly, “We won’t help anyone if we go in there.”
The raised voices cut off abruptly, and Henderson heard the golden guard speaking in a low voice—sounded like an apology. Moments later, the door opened, and the golden guard strode out. Jean nudged Henderson once he was out of sight. “It’s your turn to check on him.”
“Huh?”
“Big mission. Not a success. The only thing that stops him from completing a mission is physical injury. Check on him. Just… don’t let him know you’re there.”
Henderson shook his head, stalking after the golden guard as his boss made his way to the first aid station.
He went in to report without getting himself checked out first? Can’t be too bad, then, right?
Henderson poked his head in the room. The guard had his back to him, and Henderson just barely held back a hiss. His back had a nasty red patch, like he’d held a flame too close for too long, and bruises covered his back and chest.
The golden guard’s ears twitched, and Henderson quickly withdrew, scooting down the hallway as fast as he could, standing next to Jean again. “Not great,” he said in a low voice, “Bruised, possibly broken ribs. Looked like he got burned, too. And. You know. His head wound.”
Jean ‘hm’ed thoughtfully. “Okay. Paul can handle an extra patrol tomorrow, and I’ll cover the one Thursday.”
Henderson shook his head. “Can’t he just take a sick day?”
“Golden guard doesn’t take sick days. He can. He just doesn’t.”
Henderson waved a hand. “There’s not anything… I don’t know, there’s not anything we can do about it?”
“Short of treason? Nah. We do what we can here and there to make his life easier. Oh—someone should sneak some pain relief patches into his room, he won’t go back down to the medical wing for a second time.”
Henderson pushed up his mask, pinching the bridge of his nose. “He’s just a kid.”
“No one outside of the keep knows that. Put your mask back down, you want Kikimora to catch you like that?”
“Sorry. How do you keep doing this? Just… sticking around in the background, taking care of someone who doesn’t want you to?”
Jean sighed. “He’s under a lot of stress at a young age. And… he’s a good leader. Yeah, he can be strict, and he can be a brat sometimes. But he’s good at organization, he’s not afraid to take on the dirty work himself instead of outsourcing it to us—he knows he’s in charge and he acts like it, but he doesn’t just throw us away, either. He won’t make us do things he’s not willing to do as well. So, yeah, we take care of him. Even if he doesn’t know, even if he doesn’t want us to… that’s what being in the coven is supposed be about, you know? Looking out for each other. He gets pulled into a lot of politics higher up, and the higher-ups are always at each other’s throats, so it’s up to us, the lower-ranked people who aren’t affected by that, to help him. Because he’s one of us.”
“One of us,” Henderson echoed. He thought about the teenager covered in bruises and burns, and the raised voices that faded into low apologies. “Hey, Jean? Sign me up for Friday’s patrol.”
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fanaticloser · 9 months ago
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Showing someone your favorite movie and realizing how weird it kind of is
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swim-forthemusic · a year ago
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books read in 2020: The Babysitters Coven by Kate Williams
Magic was even harder than babysitting though maybe not as messy.
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2021ya · 8 months ago
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SPELLS LIKE TEEN SPIRIT
The Babysitter’s Coven #3
by Kate Williams
(Delacorte, 9/21/21)
9780593304822
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1. The Babysitters Coven
2. For Better or Cursed
The final installement in the hilarious, action-packed Babysitters Coven series that Refinery29 calls candy for 90's girls and Gen Z'ers alike, featuring a coven of witchy babysitters sworn to protect the innocent and defend the world from an onslaught of evil--all before bedtime. Ever since Esme met Cassandra Heaven and discovered the truth about their shared legacy--that they're Sitters, supernaturally-gifted teens tasked with protecting the innocent from evil--her life has been moving at 90 mph. During the day, she chases wild toddlers, and at night, she employs a different skill set for a different kind of demon. Like, literal ones. And sometimes, it's almost fun. Her spells are getting better, her telekinesis is on point, and now that Esme's dad and her best friend Janis know the truth, she's no longer lying to the people she loves. She's also learned that there's a way to undo her mother's curse, and with the Synod out of the picture, she might even have a chance to do it. If she could just figure out how. But she can't, and even with her mom living at home again, Esme can't shake the feeling that she's failing. Throw in the fact that Pig is still gone, Esme's crush is also MIA, and that it's cold, slushy February, and she's in bummer city. Esme needs a serious pick-me-up, and Janis has a plan: a Galentine's stay-cation, with the Sitter friends Esme and Cassandra made at the Summit for a serious girls weekend. Except, things are getting weird in Spring River again. Esme and Cassandra just discovered a new band, and not in a good way: these guys reek of Red Magic, and their music sucks too. Trouble is brewing, and if Esme's not careful, this show might be her last--and no one likes a one-hit wonder.
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punbeam · 6 months ago
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I need to actually write because despite my self doubt there are actual published YA authors who have their characters speak in acronyms-
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qwordy · a year ago
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I heard someone talking shit about Starless Sea and Ninth House and a lot of other books i read last month
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owly-bee · a year ago
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The Babysitters Coven, by Kate Williams.
Hey... Do you like fun and spooky settings, deep and well-rounded characters, exciting plots??
Maybe don't read this book then :/
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mikthepsychic · a year ago
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So, since my school got cancelled until April 24th, my language arts teacher let us take as many books home today as we wanted. I ended up with eight books, two that i had before, and six that i got today. Here they are, in the order that i will most likely read them in!
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I was just gonna reread harry potter but udk ive done that a bunch and i wanted to read knew things. I was already in the middle of chamber so im just finishing that.
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literatureonline · a year ago
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Everything could always be worse.
Kate Williams, The Babysitters Coven
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sergeantsporks · 3 months ago
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Whumptober Prompt 16: On a Need to Know Basis
“Golden Guard? Hey—kid!”
Hunter huddled under his bed. “G-go away!”
He hadn’t known when he’d come with his uncle that there was a curse. He hadn’t known that if he made Belos angry… Hunter sniffed, clutching his wounded face. The cut stung, and his whole cheek was swollen and sore.
The coven scout reached under the bed, flat on his belly. “Hey, there. It’s okay. You’re okay. Come on out.”
Hunter scooted further back.
The scout gave up trying to grab him, tucking his hands under his chin and aimlessly kicking his feet. “That looks like it hurts. Mind coming out so I can help you with it?”
Hunter sniffed again. “I c-can do it.”
The scout pulled off his mask. “Hey. I’m Flavius. What’s your name, bud?”
“H-Hunter.”
“Hunter. That’s a nice name. Okay. Hey, Hunter? I’m not going to hurt you. Why don’t you come on out from under there, and I’ll help get you cleaned up?”
Hunter scooted out just a little bit, and the scout held out a hand. Hunter gingerly took it, and Flavius pulled him the rest of the way from under the bed, scooping him up. “Okay, buddy, let’s find you some bandages.”
Hunter kicked to be let down as they approached the door. “Don’t want them to see me!”
Flavius set him down. “Why not?”
Hunter sniffed, holding his face. “I’m in—in trouble,” he hiccupped.
“Trouble? What could a little tyke like you possibly have done?”
Hunter’s eyes welled up with tears just thinking about it, and Flavius waved his hands frantically.
“Hey—hey, it’s okay, it’s okay.” The scout picked his mask up off of the ground and plopped it on Hunter’s head, draping his cloak on top. It was way too big, the material practically swamping him, but he was hidden. “There. Better? Now they won’t know who you are.”
Hunter nodded, pulling the fabric closer around himself and trailing after Flavius, the too-large white cloak dragging on the floor behind him. Flavius led him through the hallways to the scout barracks. Flavius picked him up and set him down on one of the beds.
“Okay, just a second.” The scout rummaged around, pulling out a first aid kit. “You should get one of these, Hunter, it can get pretty rough, being a coven member.” Flavius pulled down the hood and took his mask back, tucking it under his arm. He crouched in front of Hunter. “This is going to sting a little,” he warned, pouring a cleaner on a cloth and dabbing at the cut on Hunter’s face.
Hunter yelped, squirming away from the touch. Flavius held a hand out. “Hey—Hunter. Hold still, ‘k? I know it stings, but it’ll hurt worse if it gets infected.” He cleaned the blood away, then hissed. “Hey, what is that?” He held out the cloth. An oozing green-ish mud was smeared on it.
A curse
His uncle, lashing out, his eyes glowing.
Hunter buried his face in Flavius’s cloak, looking away from the mud. Flavius gently tilted his face up.
“Hey—I’m going to get this stuff out, okay? It’s going to hurt, but I need you to hold still.” He scrubbed at the wound, and Hunter bit back tears, wincing. Finally, Flavius stopped, holding a pad of cloth up to Hunter’s face. “Okay. Okay, you’re okay. Hold that there for me, ‘k, buddy?”
Hunter sniffed, putting his hand over the cloth. Flavius pulled out sticky tape and stuck the cloth to Hunter’s face, tossing the cleaning rag to the floor and lighting it on fire, completely destroying the mud. “There. All better.”
Hunter pulled at the cloak. “I’m s-sorry. I got blood on it.”
Flavius shrugged. “Wouldn’t be the first time. It’s a dangerous job.” He sat down next to Hunter. “Are you sure it’s the kind of job you want?”
Hunter scrubbed tears away from his eyes. “I don’t have a choice.”
“Hey, Hunter, look at me.”
Hunter tilted his face up at Flavius.
“You always have a choice.” Flavius ruffled his hair, swinging his cloak back over his shoulder and putting his mask on. “I’ve got to go on patrol. You need me to take you back to your room?”
Hunter shook his head. “I’m okay.”
“Okay.” Flavius ruffled his hair one more time. “Nice meeting you, Hunter.”
Hunter grabbed Flavius’ hand. “Can I go on patrol with you? I… I want to go outside.”
Get out of Belos’ sight.
Flavius snatched up another mask, plopping it on Hunter’s head and pulling up Hunter’s own cloak hood over it. “You know what? I could use the company.”
Hunter brightened. “Really?”
Flavius lifted his mask up, grinning at Hunter. “Really. Patrols are boring alone. You ready?”
Hunter snapped a salute. “Sir!”
Flavius chuckled, dropping his mask back down. “Off we go, then. You know what, Hunter?”
Hunter trotted after him out the door. “What?”
“I think you’re going to be a great guard.”
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megansreviewingjourney · 2 years ago
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“Seventeen-year-old Esme Pearl has a babysitters club. She knows it's kinda lame, but what else is she supposed to do? Get a job? Gross. Besides, Esme likes babysitting, and she's good at it. And lately Esme needs all the cash she can get, because it seems like destruction follows her wherever she goes. Let's just say she owes some people a new tree. Enter Cassandra Heaven. She's Instagram-model hot, dresses like she found her clothes in a dumpster, and has a rebellious streak as gnarly as the cafeteria food. So why is Cassandra willing to do anything, even take on a potty-training two-year-old, to join Esme's babysitters club? Turns out, Esme and Cassandra have more in common than they think, and they're about to discover what being a babysitter really means: a heroic lineage of superpowers, magic rituals, and saving the innocent from seriously terrifying evil. And all before the parents get home.”
I received this ARC from the publisher in exchange for an honest review.
I requested this ARC because I thought based on the description it would be a fun read. I was quite wrong. 
My one compliment is I liked the usage of a dead shopping mall as a setting. Multiple malls closed in my area, so I related to the eerie feeling of being surrounded by shuttered shops. I also liked how two particular characters didn’t end up together. 
A shallow novel, though lacking character depth or world building, can be still be enjoyable because of an exciting plot. I can still appreciate a boring book because of some of the concepts. However, The Babysitters Coven is both.
The writing style is poor, due to countless filter words, telling instead of showing, simplistic language and abbreviations. I’d be fine with them in a text message, but abbreviations like AF appear in dialogue and narration. Either include swear words or use ambiguous language like “she cursed.” if the author’s goal was to hide them from young readers.
The pacing is the book is either slow or rushed. Esme’s many paragraphs describing her outfits stall the plot. The villain isn’t foreshadowed so the climax of the novel feels random. Cassandra and Esme develop their powers rapidly. Any inconvenience the characters experience is quickly solved. There isn’t any tension.  The existence of memory wiping powers removes many of the consequences Cassandra and Esme face. 
In regards to characters, many are unlikable and all are underdeveloped. The secondary characters are just plot devices with dialogue. Esme is hypocritical, judgmental, and lazy. She doesn’t overcome these flaws or grow. I think the author intended for Esme to be relatable, but readers need more than pop culture references to care about a protagonist. Casandra is slightly more bearable, but perhaps that’s only because we’re not stuck in her head.
Additionally, who is the audience? Based on the content, I can’t imagine readers above 14 enjoying this novel. However, the book is filled with references to older media like Buffy, The Craft, Babysitter’s Club, and horror movies young readers might not understand. Also, entire plot points, world building and character types are copied from Buffy.
Final Verdict: One Star
I’d rather rewatch Buffy the Vampire Slayer than read Babysitter’s Coven.
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booktheraepy · 2 years ago
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The Babysitters Coven by Kate Williams 
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libertyreads · 2 years ago
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September TBR
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Finally, we’re in the month that brings us Fall. I’m so excited. I’m also ready to take some books off both my physical and electronic TBR shelves. This month I’ve cut back the number of books I’m striving to read this month because it’s my first month back from doing two Nostalgia TBRs back to back.
1. The Wrath and the Dawn by Renee Ahdieh-- Retelling the story of “One Thousand and One Nights” is this beloved book that has been sitting on my Kindle for at least two years. I’m finally going to break down and read it. I’m not sure if I’m going to love it but I know Booklr and BookTube went crazy over it when it first came out. 2. Radio Silence by Alice Oseman-- I cannot believe the amount of times people have recommended this book to me. So I finally broke down and bought it. It’s about a studious girl and a quiet boy who make a podcast. I really don’t want to know more going into it.
3. House of Salt and Sorrows by Erin A. Craig-- Not going to lie, I don’t know a ton about this book, but I was told two things that sold me on it: 1) it’s a retelling of “The Twelve Dancing Princesses” and 2) it takes place in a manor by the sea. Sold, I’ll take it, wrap it up. I love retellings and when I looked up the story I was so into it. I also had a gift card and that cover is exquisite. 
4. Renegades by Marissa Meyer-- Rereading this in preparation for book three coming out in November. A new take on superheroes and villains we get to see Adrian try to live up to his two super dads and Nova try to take them down from the inside.  5. Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban by J.K. Rowling-- Continuing on with my Harry Potter reread with the third book in the Illustrated Edition.
6. The Babysitter’s Coven by Kate Williams (NetGalley)-- Said to be a mix of Adventures in Babysitting and Buffy the Vampire Slayer, this book is about a coven of babysitting witches who must protect the innocent. 7. Shadow Frost by Coco Ma (NetGalley)-- I’m taking this directly from GoodReads since it’s a new Fantasy series. “When Asterin Faelenhart, Princess of Axaria and heir to the throne, discovers that she may hold the key to defeating the mysterious demon terrorizing her kingdom, she vows not to rest until the beast is slain. With the help of her friends and the powers she wields — though has yet to fully understand — Asterin sets out to complete a single task. The task that countless, trained soldiers have failed. To kill it.”
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oftwodarkmoons · 2 years ago
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bookmama · 2 years ago
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Thank you so much to @delacortepress for sending me the ARC of The Babysitters Coven by @heykatewilliams 🖤💜🖤
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Synopsis from the publisher: Seventeen-year-old Esme Pearl has a babysitters club. She knows it's kinda lame, but what else is she supposed to do? Get a job? Gross. Besides, Esme likes babysitting, and she's good at it. And lately Esme needs all the cash she can get, because it seems like destruction follows her wherever she goes. Let's just say she owes some people a new tree. Enter Cassandra Heaven. She's Instagram-model hot, dresses like she found her clothes in a dumpster, and has a rebellious streak as gnarly as the cafeteria cooking. So why is Cassandra willing to do anything, even take on a potty-training two-year-old, to join Esme's babysitters club? The answer lies in a mysterious note Cassandra's mother left her: "Find the babysitters. Love, Mom." Turns out, Esme and Cassandra have more in common than they think, and they're about to discover what being a babysitter really means: a heroic lineage of superpowers, magic rituals, and saving the innocent from seriously terrifying evil. And all before the parents get home.
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This book sounds AMAZING and I love that cover! It comes out in only a month, September 2019!
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messageinthecrystal · 3 years ago
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Just ordered a children's oracle deck
Now I need a babysitting gig.
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sergeantsporks · 2 months ago
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The Babysitter’s Coven
Rating: Teen, Gen
There's a lot that goes on in the emperor's coven behind the scenes, some of which even Hunter doesn't know about.
AKA, the scouts are all secretly teaming up behind Hunter's back to parent him.
CW: Implied/referenced child abuse
Ao3
Ch 1/10(?): Transfer (This chapter is mostly an adaption of a request, which sort of set this whole thing off, if you’ve read that already, you can skip this chapter)
“Hey, you’re new.”
Henderson straightened up from where he was putting away his few belongings. The scout watching him had her hood down and mask off. Her hair was a writhing mass of snakes, and a set of tusks protruded from her mouth. A gorgon. “Yeah, just got transferred from Latissa! Henderson.”
His fellow scout shook his hand, hers ungloved. “Jean.”
“So. Capital life has got to be exciting, right?”
Jean shrugged. “Not much more than Latissa, I think. It’s mostly quiet.”
“No way! After everything that’s gone down here? Plus, working directly with the head of the coven—that’s got to be interesting, right?”
“Eh. Last coven head turned out to be a traitor and the new one—”
Henderson peered around his coworker as a blonde head passed by the door. “Uh—whoa, Jean, there’s a kid in here, I think he’s lost. Is there a school tour today, or—”
Jean grabbed the collar of his cloak and yanked him back as he started towards the door. “That’s the new coven head,” she said tiredly, “Do not call him a kid.”
Henderson gaped after him. “That’s the golden guard?”
“That’s the golden guard,” she affirmed
Henderson inhaled. “Okay. I know you just said not to call him a kid.”
“Mhm.”
“But that is an actual child.”
“Yyyyyyep.”
Henderson waved an arm at the door. “That doesn’t bother you at all?!”
“He’s been here longer than I have. Look, Henderson, you’re new here, lemme give you some advice; don’t think too hard about anything. Just keep your head down, do your job, and everything will be fine. Don’t question the fact that our boss is half our age.” Jean jabbed a finger at him. “Listen to me. Do not. Treat the golden guard. Like a kid. Got it?”
“Got it.”
“Okay, good. Now, you’re the new guy, so you’re on duty to tell him it’s bedtime at eleven, because if we don’t remind him, he won’t go to sleep until three in the morning.”
Henderson threw his hands up in the air. So much for not treating him like a kid. “You just said—”
“We’re not treating him like a kid,” Jean interjected smoothly, “We’re enforcing coven curfews to ensure that all coven members are operating under total efficiency.”
Henderson squinted at her. “Is there… actually a coven curfew?” There hadn’t been back at Latissa, but maybe things were stricter in the keep.
Jean struggled with her hood, trying to wrangle all of her snakes under it. “As far as he knows? Yes. And it’s at eleven. We’ve worked very hard to falsify schedules sent to him so that he believes it, so do not screw this up for us. March, soldier, you don’t want to miss curfew yourself.”
Henderson strode out the door, jogging in the direction he’d seen the golden guard disappear. This was ridiculous. He was working for a child, and he and the other scouts were babysitting. He’d joined the coven because he’d thought it would be full of opportunities. He hadn’t expected to be running after a teenager to remind him to go to bed.
He finally caught up to the golden guard. “Sir!”
The guard stiffened, snapping to attention and whirling around to face him. “Scout.”
Oh, titan. Why did his voice have to sound like that? You are a child, why are you in the military, Henderson’s mind screamed, but he snapped a salute instead. “Curfew is approaching.”
The guard nodded. “Thank you for the reminder. Have a good night.”
“Sir.”
Henderson turned heel and marched back down the hallway, fighting back laughter the whole way to the barracks. Jean was getting ready to go out on night patrol as he came in, and he lost it, wheezing. “Oh my titan, he’s like a tiny adult! How do you take him seriously all of the time?!”
“Wait until you train with him and he pummels you,” Jean said grimly, tucking the last of her snakes under her hood, “See if you’re still laughing then.”
That shut Henderson up.
Jean opened the door to go, slipping on her mask. “It’s easier when he’s got the mask on,” she admitted, “Usually he wears it when he’s ordering us around.” She pointed to his bed. “There’s a list of scout duties and your schedule, as written and approved by the golden guard. Underneath that is the scout-created golden guard duties and your golden guard watch schedule, we all agreed on it and will re-discuss next month. Memorize and destroy them, and don’t let the golden guard see them. Or Kikimora. Just—don’t let anyone see them.”
Jean disappeared out of the door, and Henderson shook his head, picking up the two scraps of paper with a messy scrawl on them.
Golden Guard Duties
1.       Curfew reminder at 11. If he checks the barracks before he goes to bed, pretend you’re getting ready to turn in
2.       Check to make sure there’s snacks in his mission packs. They should be sources of protein.
3.       Remind him of mealtimes, or he won’t eat.
4.       Never ever go easy on him in training, he will surprise you, he will destroy you, he will lecture you on standards of combat excellency in the coven. This is for your own safety.
5.       After he returns from special missions, surprise check on him. He hides injuries.
6.       If he returns injured, pick up a few extra patrols to keep him from overexerting himself, because he will keep on working.
Underneath was schedule of what days he was supposed to curfew or meal remind, and which days he was supposed to put snacks in the mission packs.
Henderson shook his head, drawing a spell circle and lighting the papers on fire. “I know he’s a kid, but he’s head of the coven, how bad can he really be?”
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The Babysitters Coven by Kate Williams
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Series: The Babysitters Coven, #1 Read time: 3 Days Rating: 3/5
The quote: "I know every line by heart. I used to want to be Cherry Valance." "I used to have a crush on Cherry Valance," — Esme Pearl & Dionysus Heaven (I mean mood, both of them)
I'm finding this quite a hard book to review. This wasn't written for my demographic. I will openly acknowledge that it's written for those in the young adult demographic. Usually, I can look at it from the perspective of the intended audience, this time for some reason I can't. Overall it's a good book, I don't regret reading it but don't recommend it particularly either. It has some clever elements like the use of pop culture references and clothing as expression but the plot is not overly engaging. Even as an introductory book for a series therefore given leeway for the establishment of characters and lore, it doesn't endear itself to me. Good characters and characterisation can only get you so far if the plot cannot hold a readers attention. Even if it does make me ask what these kinds of books always do... what magical powers, in this case, which kenisis, would I rather have? I'm giving it 3 stars because while it's going to be unmemorable and the plot is definitely lacking. But a reader in a younger demographic with less wide reading will likely like it, rate it higher.
Somethings I didn't like. The pacing. This is a story that goes from nothing to everything in about two chapters, without much warning at all. I wasn't a huge fan of the writing. There is little to no signposting of the endgame and the villains. I mean there is only a limited cast so not too many people it could be. But this one didn't do a great job of signposting, at least not on a first read. Maybe I'd see more on a second read, I read don't see myself reading this a second time. Between the writing, the plot and the pacing, the first reading session I did (maybe 100 pages) nearly put me to sleep.
Some things I liked. Mostly the characters and characterisation. Esme Pearl feels like she would be relatable to many people. Between her clear otherness and individuality, eccentricities, single-parent household and social anxiety. Even her behaviour, her sudden switch in attitudes suit her and the black and white view she would have given her nature. Janis is all attitude and I really like her. Her handling of the whole situation is written in a human and believable way. Cassandra Heaven is written well as a counterpoint to Esme's mature outlook and relatively stable upbringing. Dion(ysus) Heaven as a name for a guy who looks like an adonis and with his heartbreaker history is a smart choice. I would guess Cassandra's name comes into play later. Their relationship is well done that is a well-written sibling relationship. I do like the magical lore. The kinesis' (kinesi?) are done well, using modern items for summoning is an intelligent idea, particularly in the execution.
The best part of the writing for me was by far the pop culture references. Like Laurie Strode and Halloween, Wino Forever (Winona Ryder), Sylvia Path, Clueless, Bring it On and of course The Outsiders. There is a lot of them, it is part of how Esme and Janis communicate and choose to express themselves. They are already retro or classic references as The Babysitters Coven is published. While some may or may not be known by the intended audience they are well executed in that they won't date the book.
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