Love potion/2nd day - P6

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Warning; referenced to/mention of/implied physical and sexual abuse, nothing graphic but its easy to know what it's alluding to.

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Jane found herself in Evie and Mal's dorm room, her arms straight out to the side as Evie measured every square inch of her. She couldn't believe you had actually commissioned Evie to make a new outfit for her, Jane had nearly fainted at seeing the sketch Evie had created.

A crop top and top-down overalls? Oh, gods-she would not be able to pull that off-no matter how cute her hair was now. You and Evie were adamant she would look amazing in it though-and Jane let Evie measure her, moving to sit on the bed next to you as Evie went to work cutting and sewing the new fabrics she had gotten for Jane's outfit.

Jane liked the pattern of the shirt, along with the color. "so-when do you think it'll be done?" Jane asked, and Evie pursed her lips, narrowing her eyes as she calculated how long the outfit would take to make. "Maybe tomorrow, I pre-ordered the overalls, just have to make edits to it to make it more..." Evie gestured to Jane with a small grin. "Jane."

Jane giggled slightly, messing with her hair as you admired Mal's art skills. "Do you think this'll get me a boyfriend?" Jane asked, thinking of Gil. Mal just scoffed as you grinned knowingly. "Boyfriends are overrated," Mal said, erasing a bit of her sketch and blowing the pieces away.

"And how would you know Mal, you've never had one~" Evie teased, pausing in her work for the moment to grin at Mal, who glared back playfully. "Cause I don't need one, E." Mal and Evie had a staring contest for a moment then she directed her attention to Jane, muttering the words over her shoulder "They're a waste of time."

Evie gasped, suddenly remembering something "I forgot to do Chad's homework!" she bolted up, forgetting about Jane's outfit and grabbing the backpack from beside Mal's bed, muttering to herself in panic as she did. "And that is exactly what I mean~" Mal sang while you sighed, wishing Evie would just realize Chad was a jackass already-you had nearly gotten through to her earlier-but she was adamant in her attempts to be his girlfriend.

You turned as a knock sounded at the door, seeing Lonnie jumping into the room with a coin purse in hand, wearing a cute pink raglan-style tee and a sea green skirt. "Hey guys, I'm Lonnie~" Mal just stared at her as Evie continued to get Chad's homework out. "My mom's Mulan?"

Evie dropped Chad's bag to the floor with a loud thunk.

"No?" Lonnie brushed their reactions off and turned back to Mal-who went back to her art. "Anyways, I love what you've done with Jane's hair. And I know you hate us, and well-your evil~" Mal grinned. "but, do you think you could do mine?"

Mal stopped, looking back at Lonnie-confused. "And why would I do that for you?" Mal asked, watching as Lonnie held up the coin purse, the money inside making a noise. "I'll pay you fifty dollars?" Lonnie said, hoping to entice Mal into spelling her hair. "Good answer," Evie sang, snatching the purse away from Lonnie and giving a sly grin to Mal who pouted at her. "I need to buy more material."

Mal just huffed and rolled her eyes as Evie talked hair with Lonnie, suggesting to lose the bangs and add layers and highlights. Lonnie shook her head; she already knew what she wanted. "No no, I want it cool, like Mal's~"

Mal glanced at Lonnie, not expecting the compliment. "Really? the split ends too?" Evie teased, shaking the bag as Mal glared at her. Mal huffed, accepting her fate and turning over to grab her spell book. Evie and Lonnie shared a grin and Lonnie stood pin-straight as Mal positioned herself at the edge of her bed and flipped to the page she needed.

"Okay, beware, foreswear, replace the old; with cool hair." Mal snapped the book shut-waving her hand around and Lonnie's head followed the motions, until Mal slowly brought her hand up and Lonnie's hair became long and a lighter shade-curling down her back and framing her face.

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