“You froze the parking lot in July!” Aggie squealed, skidding on ice.
Sammy flexed her hands. “How?!”
“You’re a winter witch! We’re WITCH-BESTIES!”
“How’d I become—”
Aggie hugged her. “Magic can be a spark! Befriend a witch, and you might become one!”
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