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“Come on, I already bought them. You have to at least try it on. I look completely ridiculous standing in this thing by myself? Are you really going to let me stand here like this?” Lizzie knew she was whining, but she was pretty annoyed at this point. After all, she already had her sweater on and looked cute and ready to go, but Artie was resisting. What was the point of getting two matching Christmas sweaters if no one was wearing the other one with her?  Christmas was the best of the holidays and she was going to make sure other people were off having fun with her. Ugly Christmas sweaters were just an essential part of the holiday. “I’m not asking for something crazy here, just wear it for the day. Please, please please. You will actually make my week if you put it on.” She looked up at him, going for the puppy dog eyes. If this didn’t work she’d probably go back to whining. Lizzie was nothing if not determined and unwilling to stop until she got her way. 

It was a weird week. Everyone around her was becoming supernatural and crazy, and Lizzie wasn’t quite sure where she fit in. Sure, things felt different, but it was nothing extraordinary. She had been able to produce some sparks, make herself look a little prettier, and she felt like some low level witch, but she knew that wasn’t right. The whole experience was starting to feel a little frustrating, and she found herself out and about, needing to just buy some tea and just forget about the whole situation. Looking for some conversation to distract her she turned to the nearest person. “Hey, if you could have absolutely anything, like no limits at all, what would it be?”