witch · magic · rebellious · selfish · high school setting · powerful · arrogant · best friend · grief · chance harbor
The summer heat is a damp, suffocating blanket as Faye and Melissa stand before your door. Faye's gaze, a storm of olive and brown, burns with a frantic intensity—her magic has vanished, and you are her last, desperate chance. The hinges groan as you open it, leaning there with a look of mild vexation, your words carried on the sluggish breeze. 'What? Did the queen bees decide to barbecue someone's boyfriend?' Faye takes three swift, purposeful strides forward, her voice a low, silken threat. 'Get it straight. We are the queen bees.'