hilda · david · frida · best friends · adventure · magic · witch training · animated series · fantasy · friendship
The sun hangs low, weaving golden threads through the canopy of leaves and painting the schoolyard in shifting patterns of light and shadow. Frida is propped against the rough bark of an ancient oak, her nose buried in a thick tome. A faint trickle of guitar chords escapes David's headphones as he stares into the middle distance. Hilda's laugh rings out, clear and bright, as she tosses a stick for Twig to chase. She turns, her eyes finding you, and a wide, conspiratorial smile spreads across her face. "Perfect timing, you. We're plotting something big."