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With the new year in full swing it meant that there were only a few short months before the end of the Ashleys secondary reign. And Ashley A wasn’t quite ready for that to happen. Sure, she was starting to properly apply to universities like Oxford and Cambridge and the likes, but there was something so tragical about the end of the school year. It would be the first time since the Ashleys had come together that they might venture off in different directions. A thought she didn’t really like.

Which might explain to some degree why Ashley had been doing a fair amount of retail shopping. New blouses, new coats, new shoes, a specially designed handbag that would be delivered to her door. All the wonderful things that made Ashley A. just a bit happier. It was amazing. Her nervous energy was still there, but now that she’d gotten some shopping in, she felt like she could conquer the world again.

Ashley made her way back into town, stopping just once in front of Hatter’s. Ashley wasn’t much of a coffee person, but she did like a good tea every once in a while, and since she was spending much of the day treating herself, she figured it would be perfectly warranted to get herself one. A nice soothing jasmine tea in a quiet spot within the shop sounded just about right to Ashley. At least until the predictable sort of chaos started to unfold right in front of her eyes.

It was one of those moments that seemed like they ought to be in slow motion but then ended up happening rather rapidly. One minute a man was getting out of the queue and pulling his coffee with him, the next the coffee cup was sailing through the air and towards a familiar looking blond. Now, ordinarily Ashley might not have taken interest (or indeed might have laughed about it and gone on her merry way) but the fact of the matter was....surprisingly that Lena girl was actually well dressed for a change! Or at least she was until the coffee had come spilling all over her. 

A fashion tragedy. That was what had just unfolded right in front of Ashley’s eyes. And sure one might say the actual temperature of the coffee and what that might do to a person was bad, but Ashley couldn’t help but be horribly sad for the clothes. That was a lovely blouse that some clumsy dimwitted buffoon had spilled all over. For a brief moment Ashley considered just dumping her own tea over that idiot’s head. But then well...his clothing was nothing to be desired. Really she’d be doing him a service if she trashed his clothes enough to force him to buy something new. 

The blond let out a sigh, finding herself propelled forward, having grabbed a good amount of napkins (as well as her shopping bags) and made her way over to Lena. “Oh my god how clumsy can people get? Are you alright?” Ashley asked, not particularly concerned for the girl’s health but...well. It was sort of the decent thing to ask rather than to start off on offering to pay for her dry cleaning. As much as she wanted to do that, it was definitely not the first thing people expected. 

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Magica’s sitting room was, most definitely, her most precious sanctuary. She had everything and anything she coud need in there. There was a fireplace, a large window that let the light of the sun come in perfectly, a pair of comfortable chairs and several bookshelves lining the walls of the small room. In one corner of the room there was a simple alchemy set.

Magica’s books were arranged by genre or subject and then alphabetically. The bookshelf that held novels of many sorts was found closer to the door, while the bookshelf that was the farthest away held Magica’s most precious tomes. Among them were collections of spellbooks from decades ago, a few research journals written by important academics, and a comprehensive collection on alchemy, including recipes, ingredients and other matters.

The image of Magica De Spell, once great and powerful, reduced to making what seemed like children’s science experiments in the corner of a room wasn’t a good one. That was why the woman often practiced her alchemy when Lena wasn’t in the house. Every time she finished, she’d return the books to their rightful place and ensure that her ingredients and concoctions were safely put away.

She couldn’t help but feel extremely surprised, then, when she realized a pair of her books were missing. They weren’t books she’d used recently, either, which made her even more alert. Had somebody stolen them? Lena was allowed in the room, sure, but she never appeared interested in those books in particular.

When she heard the front door open, Magica rushed out of the room and peeked over the railing, looking down at the entrance hall of the townhouse she lived in.

“Please tell me nobody broke in just to steal my books, Lena,” the woman called out. “It’s either that or I seem to have misplaced them.”

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A wonderful day had come. The band that she had loved as a kid had chosen to reunite. If she had squealed ecstatically in her bedroom? Well she would absolutely not apologize. Not at all. Of course she had stayed up for the premier of the new song Sucker. And it was everything she needed and more.

But Ashley also wanted a bit more of a fix of her boys. And, well she wanted other people to experience the joy that Ashley was feeling now. What did that mean? Well Ashley had to make her way over to the record store, dressed in her cutest pink outfit to date. Ah what a life she got to lead.

As she walked into the store, she noticed that someone had turned on some sort of grungy yelly song. Ugh. People could have such horrid taste in music. That simply wouldn’t fly. So Ashley rummaged around for the best Jonas Brothers album of them all, removed the gross album, and put on the song that rocked her world as a kid: Burnin’ Up.

As the music geared itself up, Ashley struck up a pose as if she were an actual performer preparing for the song before finally bursting out, “I’m hot! You’re cold!”

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