“I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention” Glitspell?
“Magi. Magi. Magi. Magi.”
Magica closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to meditate and ignore her surroundings. Meditating wasn’t a very common practice for witches or sorceresses, but Hell, trying couldn’t hurt.
“Magi.”
It also wasn’t helping, either.
“You know I’m not gonna stop poking you until you pay attention to me.”
Magica groaned and whipped her head around, smacking Goldie’s hand with her hair as she did. “Go away! I’m not helping you!”
“C’mooooooooooon. For old time’s sake. I need your magic!”
“There are thousands of witches in this dimension alone. Bother one of them.”
“Hmph!” Goldie frowned and stood up. “I guess I’ll just have to call Adelia instead…”
“What?!” Magic stood up angrily. “That two-bit fairy wannabe doesn’t know a thing about REAL magic!”
The blonde smirked and held out her hand. “Then show me some real magic, De Spell.”
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ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17323205/chapters/123978655
