(Stolen Panties)

Three hours later, Alice and I were back at the canteen. We were standing outside, however, because Alice didn’t want to enter.

“We can’t go back in there!” said a horrified Alice. “I can’t show my face in there!“

I was firm. “We have to,” I said. “We can’t let them win. We have to go back in there like nothing happened. Besides, you want ****, don’t you?”

“Yes,” said Alice. “Still, can’t we just do it from out here?”

I shook my head. “No way,” I said. “Not close enough...or effective enough. And you know it.”

“All right, all right,” she said. “You’re right. Still, did we really have to steal their panties?”

“Of course we did,” I said. “The spell requires it.”

“But, dirty panties?” said Alice. “I mean, ewwwwwwww!”

“Yes, dirty panties,” I said. “It had to be something that’s touched their...well, touched them there. Anyway, you want to be a witch, don’t you? Quit being a baby.”

I turned, ending the debate. Alice grumbled, but followed me into the canteen.

We approached Tara and Bit’s table. Alice looked down and walked behind me, seemingly too embarrassed to face our rivals.

“Well, I didn’t expect to see you here, sweetie,” said Tara. “Not after that show you put on for everyone here earlier today.”

I shrugged. “Whatever,” I said. “We come for the strudel.”

Tara looked at me incredulously. “Did you really just quote Fast Times at Ridgemont High at me?“

I shrugged again. “A movie for the ages.”

Bit tried to peer at Alice, who was still standing behind me, mumbling under her breath. “What’s the matter with your friend?” asked Bit, smirking. “Too embarrassed to show her face?”

“No,” said Tara, trying to get to her feet. “She’s casting a spell. Stop her!”

I stepped up, preventing them from interfering with Alice. It only gave Alice a few extra seconds, but that was all she needed.

“...clitorius heatius nowus!” said Alice, parting her hands and spreading her fingers.