Shorts

The one thing true witches need to maintain their powers are faith in themselves, and a little hot chocolate. The better the hot chocolate the more power it bestows, if you get the crummy stuff from a fast food chain then you get barely any power at all. These are things Willow knows, so she has her father make her a hot mug of cocoa every morning when she wakes up, so she can start her day with plenty of power. Her father, sometimes begrudgingly, complied knowing if nothing else it helped get her out of bed earlier. Willow would undoubt-ably spend the next thirty minutes attempting to cast spells to fix her hair, or do her tie. Willow often the meets up with her friend Allyson and walks casually to school, dad in tow though well behind, which the girls prefer. Allyson would listen intently as Willow described her world, the wizarding school she went to at night (which is of course what made her so hard to wake up in the mornings) and the assignments that were due. Wilma was often farther back, with her father, thinking to herself how silly Willow sounded with her dreamed up stories.

Today was a Friday like any other, Willow was at lunch and sitting beside her best friends Allyson and Violet. Violet was a newer girl to the school whom Willow had taken in when other children were giving her a hard time, with long curly red hair and green eyes. While Violet did not share the interest the other girls had in the realm of magic, she enjoyed the stories. Sitting in the lunch room, Willow was looking through the glass doors and saw what looked like one of the teachers from her 'school.' It appeared to be Mr. Faerrot, with his short stature and mostly bald head (other than the great tufts of hair peeking from behind his ears) and short stubby nose that looked so like a carrot.

Willow was sure it was Mr. Faerrot, hunched over into the window talking with the school receptionist. Suddenly Willow felt something wet dripping in her lap "Sorry, guys" Willow blurted out, having spilled her drink. Willow jumped up and began patting her lap with napkins only to discover, she wasn't wet. "But, I was sure I felt the juice dripping on me," Willow said. "Maybe it hit your knee or something, at least your not wet." replied Violet.