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trying to hide the spell by standing in front of the cauldron. I stepped closer and she attempted to block me. Guilt was all over their faces.
“ Hallie, is everything okay in there?” Annabelle called out from the parlor.
I turned around to answer her. “I’ll be there in a second.”
When I turned back around to face the women, I realized that their current spell was just as ridiculous as the first. I stared in shock at the women, but it was like peering into the mirror. Well, almost… they were all dressed exactly like me—the same jeans, the same sweater, and even the same shoes in the same color. In the split second that I’d turned my back, their spell had taken effect and now I was seeing the results of their handiwork.
“What exactly do you think you’re doing?” I asked, placing my hands on my hips.
They stared at me as if they had no clue what I was talking about.
“Well? I’m waiting for an explanation.” I tapped my foot.
“We don’t know what you mean,” Barb ara said, avoiding my stare.
“I mean, why are you all dressed like me?”
“Rebecca liked your outfit and thought it would be a good idea to conjure up a mirror image of it for all of us. I mean, we weren’t exactly wearing the appropriate clothing for this time period.” Barbara pulled at her jeans; clearly she’d gotten a size too big.
“It wasn’t my idea alone,” Rebecca huffed.
“Did you ever think about wearing something different from me?” I crossed my arms in front of my chest.
Before they had time to answer, Annabelle walked up behind me. When she reached the kitchen’s entrance and saw the women, she gasped, then started snickering.
I n a small way, this situation was humorous. I bit back laughter because I didn’t want the women to think their behavior was acceptable. They couldn’t just go around doing any spell they wanted without consequences. The fact that they liked my outfit was sweet, and I wasn’t exactly a fashion plate or anything, but couldn’t they have at least picked out different colors? It was like looking in a funhouse mirror. I was just glad that they hadn’t taken on my physical appearance, because that would have been totally creepy. But that would probably be next.
“ Hallie, I have to say this is hilarious.” Annabelle snickered again.
I rolled my eyes. She might not find it so funny if the coven members were doing crazy spells in her house. It wasn’t that they’d dressed like me—it was the fact that they wouldn’t stop the witchcraft. They were out of control. Like a bunch of teenagers whose parents had left them alone for the weekend and now they were having one hell of a party.
Barbara was inspecting her shoes and Rebecca was straightening her sweater. Annabelle chuckled again. “You can’t walk around like that,” I said , looking at each woman.
“But it’s the latest style, isn’t it?” Sarah touched her arm, rubbing the sweater.
Annabelle nodded and pointed at my sweater. “Yes, as a matter of fact, Hallie just bought that sweater at the mall a few weeks ago.”
“You should have gotten it in a more neutral color,” Rebecca said.
Annabelle laughed again.
“Well, you could have chosen a different color on your own,” I said sarcastically.
“I don’t understand. If you like the outfit well enough to wear it, then why can’t we have an outfit just like it?” Rebecca asked.
“Oh, you can wear the outfit all you want, just not when I’m wearing the same thing . Got it?” I asked with my arms folded in front of my chest.
“Don’t we look good?” Barb ara asked as she spun around.
“You all look fantastic, but as a group, we look ridiculous.” I motioned around the room.
They scoffed.
“Listen, ladies, it’s not the outfit.” I pointed at their clothing.
“It sure sounds like it’s the outfit,” Rebecca said under her breath.
I glared, then said, “It’s the fact that your magic is out of control. First it’s the men, and now
“ Hallie, is everything okay in there?” Annabelle called out from the parlor.
I turned around to answer her. “I’ll be there in a second.”
When I turned back around to face the women, I realized that their current spell was just as ridiculous as the first. I stared in shock at the women, but it was like peering into the mirror. Well, almost… they were all dressed exactly like me—the same jeans, the same sweater, and even the same shoes in the same color. In the split second that I’d turned my back, their spell had taken effect and now I was seeing the results of their handiwork.
“What exactly do you think you’re doing?” I asked, placing my hands on my hips.
They stared at me as if they had no clue what I was talking about.
“Well? I’m waiting for an explanation.” I tapped my foot.
“We don’t know what you mean,” Barb ara said, avoiding my stare.
“I mean, why are you all dressed like me?”
“Rebecca liked your outfit and thought it would be a good idea to conjure up a mirror image of it for all of us. I mean, we weren’t exactly wearing the appropriate clothing for this time period.” Barbara pulled at her jeans; clearly she’d gotten a size too big.
“It wasn’t my idea alone,” Rebecca huffed.
“Did you ever think about wearing something different from me?” I crossed my arms in front of my chest.
Before they had time to answer, Annabelle walked up behind me. When she reached the kitchen’s entrance and saw the women, she gasped, then started snickering.
I n a small way, this situation was humorous. I bit back laughter because I didn’t want the women to think their behavior was acceptable. They couldn’t just go around doing any spell they wanted without consequences. The fact that they liked my outfit was sweet, and I wasn’t exactly a fashion plate or anything, but couldn’t they have at least picked out different colors? It was like looking in a funhouse mirror. I was just glad that they hadn’t taken on my physical appearance, because that would have been totally creepy. But that would probably be next.
“ Hallie, I have to say this is hilarious.” Annabelle snickered again.
I rolled my eyes. She might not find it so funny if the coven members were doing crazy spells in her house. It wasn’t that they’d dressed like me—it was the fact that they wouldn’t stop the witchcraft. They were out of control. Like a bunch of teenagers whose parents had left them alone for the weekend and now they were having one hell of a party.
Barbara was inspecting her shoes and Rebecca was straightening her sweater. Annabelle chuckled again. “You can’t walk around like that,” I said , looking at each woman.
“But it’s the latest style, isn’t it?” Sarah touched her arm, rubbing the sweater.
Annabelle nodded and pointed at my sweater. “Yes, as a matter of fact, Hallie just bought that sweater at the mall a few weeks ago.”
“You should have gotten it in a more neutral color,” Rebecca said.
Annabelle laughed again.
“Well, you could have chosen a different color on your own,” I said sarcastically.
“I don’t understand. If you like the outfit well enough to wear it, then why can’t we have an outfit just like it?” Rebecca asked.
“Oh, you can wear the outfit all you want, just not when I’m wearing the same thing . Got it?” I asked with my arms folded in front of my chest.
“Don’t we look good?” Barb ara asked as she spun around.
“You all look fantastic, but as a group, we look ridiculous.” I motioned around the room.
They scoffed.
“Listen, ladies, it’s not the outfit.” I pointed at their clothing.
“It sure sounds like it’s the outfit,” Rebecca said under her breath.
I glared, then said, “It’s the fact that your magic is out of control. First it’s the men, and now
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