Lotte Green.
I say holding the drink high, she clicks her glass against mine and takes the shot, she drinks everything like a shot not caring about the taste, only wanting to get wasted.
"So what's wrong Lotte?" I asked her and she started to talk right away.
"I don't belong anywhere," she says.
"You belong with me," I say, I knew she was drunk and won't remember half the chat, but it was good to tell it to her, maybe something would stick to sober Lotte.
"Did you know? I'm not just a witch," she whisper in my ear this time.
"I know, you got something else," I say, knowing she's more than just a witch.
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