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BOSCHA STANDS IN FRONT OF HER vanity, her dozens of trophy's surrounding her as she pulls her hair into a bun, "You are talented. You are a star. You may be hated, so long as you are feared." She stands up, putting on a sports jacket, "Most important of all, you are a winner." Boscha rips off a page of her calendar before walking out the door, revealing the whole month has been marked "Grudgby Season"
Boscha walks through Bonesborough dribbling a grudgby ball, passing several mesmerized onlookers with a smirk.
"There she goes, captain of the Banshees." An old woman says, gesturing to Boscha. "Off to win another championship for Hexside."
"Why can't you be more like her?" A mother says to her child with a disappointed expression as her child breathes in deeply with an annoyed expression.
Boscha approaches Hexside, with a banner reading "Go get 'em, Banshees" magically unfurling over the school. Skara, Amelia, and Cat form up behind Boscha.
"All right, girls. You know the drill. Captain goes first." Boscha orders as they enter the school, "Hello, Hexside! Your star has arrived. Groveling line starts here." Boscha grins evilly before she looks around, "Something's not right. Nobody's here!"
Boscha peers around a corner, spotting a crowd of students gathered around Willow, who is holding a potted plant that looks like one of the students surrounding her.
"Do me next. Do me!" A blue-skinned student exclaimed at Willow excitedly, making said ravenette giggle before casting a spell circle, making a plant that looks just like the kid. "Welcome to the world, little buddy. You're the coolest, Willow."
Willow blushes, "Aw, shucks!"
An Oracle student steps forward, nodding, "Yeah, Willow rules!"
"Wow, she has to make friends out of plants. How sad." Boscha cackles as her and her posse walk past, cackling along with her.
Amity approaches Boscha from behind, scoffing, "Oh, please! You know, I used to be like you, Boscha, obsessed with status, challenging my competition." Amity smirked, stopping, making Boscha stop too, "But I grew up. When will you?"
Amity winks back at Willow as the crowd of students around her laugh, amused and impressed at Amity's words as she walks away.
Boscha growls at Willow, "Oh, this is not gonna fly."
