Magic‘s been here since the dawn of time. Humans have mystified it, rationalized it, even come close with science. The world of magic is right here under your nose, and you‘ve ignored it your whole life. 

My name is Riley, and I’m a witch. I grew up around paranormal beings, and it was interesting, to say the least. There is a dating app for singles and plenty of bars and clubs. There are specialty schools, but they are not as cool as Hogwarts so don’t get excited. Hogwarts is not real, in case you were wondering.

I use magic, for the most part, to make my life just a bit easier. Although, we throw great solstice parties. Magic helps with the next day blues. Overall, I have the same problems of any human girl my age.

Today, for instance, a boy was ghosting me, not an actual ghost, just ignoring me. To keep myself busy, I threw myself a dance party while cleaning. I went running and sliding around in fuzzy socks in my condo. It went like this.

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Buzz Buzz. 

From across the room, my eyes laser focus on my phone. The music blares from my record player. I drop my wand from my mouth mid-lyric. My breaths quicken as I sprint to the phone. My blonde hair falls out of the bun and dangles over my face. The record player scratches to a stop as I wave an arm at it. I pick up the phone, and the notifications flare to life.

It’s Peyton, one of my best friends. Did he text yet? The message reads grasping the phone to my bosom and falling dramatically to the floor. Those acting classes I took to get that cute warlock’s number have paid off in spades. I can fall without hurting myself like no one’s business.

No! I hold the phone above my face for 3.5 seconds before I drop it right on my nose. The pain blooms from the impact, making my eyes water.

We’re here! I get the message moments before my door flies open and two wild-haired women stomp in. Peyton and Finley are my two best friends. We’ve known each other for years. They come bringing tidings of ice cream and wine. Peyton clad in an ass-kicking workout gear, and Finley looks ready to head to a bar for a date. I, on the other hand, was still in my cute, but very comfortable, pajamas that consisted of  “It’s MimosA, not MimOsa” tank top, booty shorts, and knee-high fuzzy socks, which, in and of itself, explains why we are great friends. Peyton makes sure we get in the sun and are active, Finley makes sure we have a social life, and I make sure we are enjoying the quiet days together at home.  

“Oh, sweetie! What happened to your face?” Finley asks as I rub my nose with my hand.

“Nothing,” I mutter. The dirty dishes catch my attention as I flick a finger in their direction. They get to work cleaning themselves. I hate, even my best friends, seeing my house in any state of disarray.

“She dropped the phone on her face again,” Peyton says with a laugh, and I swung my glare to her instead. 

Peyton placed the ice cream on the coffee table and grabbed the remote to my television. Finley ran into the kitchen after me to find glasses. Once she acquired them, spoons, and other assorted snacks, we settled ourselves onto the couch. Peyton flicks a finger at the wine bottle, and the cork pops out.

“Sad vampire movie?” Peyton asks as she comes upon it in the Netflix queue.

“NO!” screams Finley as she tries to grab the remote from Peyton almost spilling the wine. I shot a glare at the wine bottle and it rights itself like a scolded child.

“WOAH, guys watch out!” I muttered and held my hand out for the remote. It floats from Peyton to myself. “It’s my pity party, so I get to pick the movie.” I flick straight to the action adventure movie I would have watched it this afternoon, anyway. The Awesome Team is a new movie I wanted to watch. I am terrible at finding time to see movies in the theaters. I had heard tons of excellent reviews about it and still had roughly no idea what happened.

Something I could not say for the making a vampire reality show on para-cable. That one I knew the details within moments it felt like thanks to the internet.   

“I love this one. In the end the big guy…” Peyton and I flick our fingers at Finley and her lips seal shut. Her eyes told us she is sorry and she’ll stop. We giggle, then release the spell on her lips. She pouts at us.

We clink our glasses together and hunker down for a night of movies, drinking, and discussing the merits of removing men from the planet. As any good girls night should go

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So that’s a little about my best friends and me. Check back in next weeks for the next adventure of the best witches a girl could ask for!

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Thank you to artist Sean Eike for creating my feature image.