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“Hey, Mittens! Your friends are here to pick you up!” Emira walked into her little sister’s room and frowned as Amity tied the flowy black fabric around her waist.
“Amms...you’re really going out like that?” asked the eldest Blight daughter.
“Yes. I’m not that big. I’m only two months along. Trust me, no one will notice.” the younger sister swiveled the cover-up so the knot rested on her hip.
About ten weeks ago, Amity’s parents sent her to a week-long witch’s camp and the girls in her house had decided to sneak their boyfriends and the boys’ buddies into their bunk. The boys brought alcohol and the green-haired 19-year-old willingly partook. What she didn’t expect was to wake up with a raging hangover (she didn’t think she’d drinken that much) and a weird sticky feeling between her legs, not to mention buck naked!!
A couple weeks later, Emira handed her a bottle of water and a pregnancy test with her reasoning being “Amity, you’ve been acting extremely weird lately, you’re constantly getting sick, and you’re late on your cycle. Just do it, okay?”. The youngest Blight child hadn’t even noticed she was late, but the vomiting did concern her. The test confirmed she was in fact pregnant, much to Amity’s dismay. The two sisters decided to keep it a secret between them for as long as they can, so Emira took Amity on a trip to a town just outside of Bonesborough. They rented a small cottage for them to stay in, and thought it might be better for Amity to stay there after their trip, their parents buying the excuse she wanted to be closer to her college.
The witch with mint-chocolate hair was now two months into her pregnancy and only had a slight raise to her usually flat stomach, easily hidden. Unless your Latina friend wants to take you and the rest of your buddies on a trip to the beach. But, Amity ignored the little voice in the back of her head and wore her black and pink plaid bikini and a lacey black cover-up tied around her waist. She also decided, for once, she would let her hair down, silky green locks falling around her face and sweeping across her shoulders. Apparently, her friends were here, so she slipped on her sandals, grabbed her beach bag, and walked down the steps.
The closer she got, the louder excited chatter became. The witch rounded the corner and put her hand on her hip as Willow and Gus fawned over something.
“Ahem.” they turned around, revealing what they were fussing over.
Shiny purple, bejeweled with silver and black rhinestones. A small night colored otter with piercing blue eyes and rich violet ears and tail. Glyphs of every kind along one side, and room for more as the owner of the staff expanded her knowledge. A coffee colored hand wrapped tightly around the middle. That hand connected to an arm that led to…
Luz.
Luz got a staff? This was new… Amity thought Eda would never let her have one. It was a nice one, too..
“Woah.”
Amity was brought out of her daze at the new wooden tool by a breathless murmur from the human as her eyes scanned the witch in front of her. She seemed to be fixated on the rose gold hoop lined with black gems in Amity’s belly button.
“Whatcha looking at, Noceda?” she asked, not expecting Luz to blush Blood Lily red instead of her usual sly return.
“Uhhh, no-nothing!! You just look really nice in that.”
Oh.
That wasn’t what she expected. It was nice though.
“ Titán, ella está caliente en eso.” the Latina muttered, still transfixed by Amity’s appearance.
“Luz, you know we don’t understand that.” Willow shook her head, the rose colored tassels on her own bikini brushing her stomach. Luz snorted.
“No one said you were meant to, Wills. Part of the reason I say stuff in Spanish.”
“What, so we can’t understand what you’re saying?”
“Yup. A girl’s gotta have her secrets.”
“Gus, where’s that Spanish-English dictionary you got from Eda?” Gus handed Willow a small, thick book.
“What?! NO!” Luz grabbed the book out of Willow’s hands and held it out of reach from the shorter girl. Willow stopped trying to stand on her tiptoes to reach it and decided it’d be easier to use her vines. Luz was about to counter by freezing the vines when a pale arm reached over her shoulder and lit a small pink fire on the tip of their pointer finger, right underneath the book.
“Give me the book, or it goes up in flames.” Amity said, her breath enveloping Luz’s ear and sending shivers down the human’s spine. She placed the book in Amity’s non-smoking hand and the flame was extinguished as the Blight witch handed the dictionary back to Gus and grabbed her magenta and gold staff with her black cat palisman, Angella.
“Well, are we going to the beach or not?” she asked, eliciting cheers from the group. Everyone grabbed their staffs and they were off! Soon, the sky above the Blight Manor was colored in green, blue, pink, black, purple, red, and gold.