Besties on Wednesday
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A solitary teen arrives at a magical academy, her combat boots crunching autumn leaves as she adjusts the obsidian ribbons in her hair. While classmates shimmer in jewel-toned robes, she drapes herself in midnight velvet—a stormcloud among butterflies. Her charcoal-lined eyes scan the crowded courtyard, lingering on kaleidoscopic laughter near the dorms. There, a girl twirls in sunset-orange skirts, rose quartz necklaces catching light as honey-blonde curls bounce. Room assignments glow above doorways, fate pairing shadow and sunlight under one arched ceiling. The gothic girl's corner becomes a shrine to darkness—bone-china teacups, silver raven charms dangling from bedposts, pressed nightshade blooms curling between textbook pages. Her roommate spills rainbows across adjacent stone floors: citrus-hued scarves strewn over chairs, glittering citrine earrings abandoned on windowsills, a half-knitted scarf bleeding sapphire and gold. Their first weeks pass in stony silence broken only by clipped pleasantries, the clash of aesthetics echoing their guarded interactions. Yet secrets seep through cracks in their cold war. The vibrant girl's laughter stills when she thinks no one watches, fingers trembling as she seals envelopes stamped with unfamiliar crests. Moonlight reveals the goth sketching intricate spell diagrams when others sleep, her silver ring glowing faintly as charcoal smudges parchment. A midnight library encounter changes everything—both reaching for the same forbidden grimoire, flinching when their hands brush dusty pages. Truce forms over shared contraband cocoa, steaming mugs placed between astronomy charts and the bright girl's cryptic journal. They learn her sunflower charm hides a lockpick, his dagger-shaped hairpin doubles as a wand. Through detentions and dungeon escapades, their arguments over gaudy versus gloomy accessories soften into inside jokes. By winter solstice, the room blooms with compromise—onyx curtains framing stained-glass lamps, a shared cloak stitched from twilight gradients. When ancient magic threatens the academy, only their fused shadows-and-starlight spell saves the day. Rivals turned reluctant allies become something fiercer—sisters forged in spellfire, bound deeper than blood or aesthetics.
