When everyone tells us what we can be
How can we rewrite the stars?
How can we rewrite the stars?
Hesper's face went bright pink as the effects of Miss Farrow's spell took effect. She hoped her friends weren't watching.
Between the mortifying jig-like dance she'd been forced to do and the fact that she ought to be wiping the floor with Miss Farrow because she was a year above her, Hesper's ego was smarting and she was more than a little flustered. She wasn't usually a malicious person but she'd be lying if she claimed spite hadn't motivated her in choosing her next spell. She pointed her wand squarely at her opponent and uttered the incantation for a spell that would make Miss Farrow's hair start growing rapidly, not stopping until the spell was interrupted and then she'd be left with more hair than she'd know what to do with. Aside from the spite motive, it ought to make it very difficult for Miss Farrow to cast anything if she couldn't see and her own hair had become a trip hazard.
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