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[THE LAST DANCE]
war is sweet for those who never fought.
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"SO, YOU THINK YOU'RE a witch?" Spencer questioned as he sat on Juliette's bed. The blonde had called the only two people she could trust with this information. She needed to talk to someone about this.
"No not think, I know I am. I showed you when you came over." Juliette replied, referring to when she showed Harlee and Spencer that she in fact did have magic. She brushed her hair back, feeling stressed and worn out from everything that's been happening.
"That's crazy. Is anyone in your bloodline a witch?" Harlee asked, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Nope. Except Seraphina."
"Right, the psycho witch who's haunting you for apparently 'stealing her powers'." Spencer scoffed. "How are you by the way?"
Juliette sighed and shrugged, leaning against the dresser. "Not great. I feel like I'm being crushed by all this. I have no clue what's going on and I definitely don't know how to handle it all." She replied, her voice low. She looked up at Harlee and Spencer, seeing their sympathetic faces.
"Look, this is crazy, insane even. But we're here for you." Harlee spoke, standing in front of Juliette and placing her hand on Juliette's shoulders. "I can help you with magic. I'll help you with basic spells, anything you need."
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