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(Memory Fantasy) The Lock Down 7

Story:

Violet had already closed one hand around Peach’s sleeve. Butterfly reached for her sister.

For a heartbeat, Violet looked almost offended. A cloud of sleeping vapor. A locked room. Such cumbersome arrangements.

She opened her free palm.

Peach saw a faint gleam gather above it. Relief struck so abruptly that her knees weakened.

Then the speaker screamed. The sound seemed to enter behind Peach’s eyes.

Violet’s fingers convulsed. The little light vanished. Butterfly made a strangled noise and clapped both hands over her ears.

Violet tried again.

Her lips shaped the beginning of a spell, but the sound from overhead broke across her concentration. Every syllable she reached for scattered beneath another piercing pulse.

Her expression changed.

Peach had never seen that look on her before.

Violet bent sharply, one hand braced against a desk, the other pressed to her temple. Butterfly was already on her knees, shoulders drawn up around her ears.

The vapor thickened between them.

They had been expected the witches too.

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