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“With this school’s track record for disastrous parties and dances, I am so not letting my guard down tonight.”

“This confidence potion has most certainly been my best friend tonight. It’s the only reason I can wear this dress and come to this dance without a date,” she admitted as she entered, placing her jacket in the designated area for it. 

Isaac was sitting at the coffee shop, completely lost in his thoughts and yet terrified at the same time. He didn’t know how to fix this, he had no idea how to do it. He just confirmed Nina’s worst fear and completely lost her, which had become his own. “Fuck.” He took a deep gulp of his spiked coffee, courtesy of Zach’s stash.

Nina always had to make an entrance. She was the epitome of that Ke$ha song about the party not starting until she walked in. As she did so, the air was manipulated to perfectly blow her hair out of her eyes in the way Beyonce always seemed to have perfected in her videos. The Air witch chuckled then. “Was the wind a little much? I figured if Beyonce could do it, so could I. I’m sure that people think of me entering rooms that way anyway, right?” 

“Hey, wait, wait. Before you go in.” Brooke rummaged through her bag before pulling out a clear lipgloss. “Touch up then go for gold, sweetie. You look beautiful. Hold that head up, okay? I didn’t spend all that time on make up for nothing.”

“I know, it’s not exactly my normal style but I wanted to have some fun.”