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Mhairi grinned in delight as her cauldron of soup on the stove turned yellow then green in a blink before settling back into a reddish colour. She stirred it some more, sprinkled in chopped seaweed and sniffed it. Ah, the soup was ready and it was time to cast the spell.
The ancient grandfather clock in the living room struck midnight. Her daughter, Fiona, turned in her bed, restless. Mhairi peeked in silently to check on her before returning to her cauldron.
At the same moment in another part of the town, Greta, pecked her sleeping daughter, Charlotte, on the cheek and covered her with a blanket. She went down to her basement, picked up a censer and carefully rubbed it with her palms. She poured some chopped dried herbs inside. She knew it was midnight instinctively without the need to check a watch. She was no novice.
Greta lit the herbs in her censer and began chanting… just as Mhairi stirred her soup and began her spell. Both women had foreseen that their daughters would become friends and it was taboo for witches from the two covens to become friends.
Greta and Mhairi worked their enchantments hoping for an accident at school that would turn the girls against each other….and perhaps life would be better.
In the morning, the students of Whitehall Junior High School crowded around the classrooms as a new session began.
Charlotte tucked a stray blond hair behind her ear while glancing at a piece of paper in her hand in search of her new class. She almost stepped on a peel of banana carelessly thrown on the marble floor by a wandering student when she heard, "hey, new girl. Watch it!"
Charlotte froze in her step and glanced up to see a pretty girl of her own age, a redhead with freckles on her nose. She glanced down and saw the banana peel, sidestepped it and walked towards the girl that just saved her from making the school headline for the day.
Both girls smiled at each other.
"Thank you for that," Charlotte said shyly.
"Don't mention it," Fiona replied, waving her hand. "I see you are looking for your class. So am I. Let's go this way together."
That was how Fiona and Charlotte became best friends, contrary to their mothers' wishes. And the world was better for it.
What you see
I see a black boot about to step on a banana peel.
What you feel
I feel the foot belongs to a person who is in a rush and unaware of the danger involved at that moment.
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