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Rȗҽ

*13 years later*

A green silk dress hugged my enticing figure. It reaches just an inch above my knees with a split to the side, showing off my creamy flesh. High knee black boots fitted on my feet, the bottom walking over tiny pebbles on the ground.

On my head, a green witches hat covering the top of my lengthy icy blonde hair that whooshed over my shoulders. 

The moonlight casted a soft glow on my radiant form, I would be hard to miss. I was a witch and I loved to act the part.

My fingers tighten on the broom as I walk, Cylester on my shoulders. "Rue are you sure you want to enter that bar? You of all people know the kind that goes there to quench the