The Romantic Art of Bitchcraft

Fury of the Forgetful

   Madison threw open the door to her shared room, looking extremely agitated.
   Zoe, seeing that the blonde was clearly in a mood, decided to stay out of it, and just about literally stuck her nose in the book she had in her hands in an attempt to avoid her roommate's fury.
   No such luck.
   Madison instantly rounded on the brunette.
   "I just had the worst time shopping," the older witch declared.
   Zoe inwardly sighed, cautiously lowering the book. "Oh?"
   "Yeah!" Madison snapped. "Apparently I'm supposed to pick a colour scheme for the corsage, and I thought it would be best if it matched your dress but I have no idea what you're doing so I didn't know what to tell them so they said they couldn't help me and tried to just shove me out the door, the cunts."
   "Oh," Zoe replied with a frown, not having any sort of clue as to what Madison was ranting about. "That's... terrible."
   "It is!" Madison huffed, fuming. She glared at the younger witch, who remained idly on her bed. "Why aren't you more upset about this?"
   Zoe was stunned into silence, left soundlessly opening and closing her mouth like a fish out of water.
   "I...didn't know it affected me," she finally managed.
   It was Madison's turn to be speechless, and she took until the count of three before she could even calm down enough to respond.
   "OF COURSE IT AFFECTS YOU!" she bellowed. "How would this not affect you?"
   By this point, Zoe was beyond confused. She felt like she had accidentally time traveled to the future and was stuck living in it, having no idea what was going on around her, but everybody expected her to be caught up for some reason. Confusion caused by Madison was not uncommon by any means, but this was a little ridiculous.
   Madison shook her head at the oblivious girl.
   "I cannot believe you right now, Zoe."
   With that, she proceeded to throw open the door to the younger witch's closet. After a moment of searching, the blonde let out another frustrated squeak before she began ripping clothes off their hangers and throwing them on the floor behind her.
   "What the hell are you doing?" Zoe questioned, starting to get more than a little ticked off at the former movie star.
   Madison only let out an irritated growl in response.
   After she had succeeded in tossing every article of clothing Zoe owned onto the floor, Madison whirled around to regard the brunette with an incredibly fierce glare.
   "Where the fuck is your dress?" Madison demanded.
   "My...what?" Zoe asked.
   "Oh my god," Madison groaned. "You haven't gotten it yet, have you?"
   "Uh, no?" Zoe guessed. She had been completely in the dark to the fact that her roommate-- for reasons entirely unknown to her-- had wanted her to buy a new dress. "I don't think so."
   Madison looked downright murderous at that.
   "Zoe fucking Benson," she seethed. "The Dance of Salem ceremony is in two weeks! It's basically prom, and if you want to go together, then we have to match! I can't match with you if you don't even have your fucking dress!"
   Zoe's jaw dropped.
   "I'm afraid to ask," the witch confessed, her voice coming out just barely above a whisper. "But, since when are we going to the dance together?"
   Madison's glare reached peak hatred for a moment, until a look of realization settled over her features, her mouth forming a perfect 'o' of shock.
   "Oh, no!" Madison gasped, sounding heartbroken.
   She glanced up at Zoe, looking absolutely devastated.
   "I forgot to ask you!"

***So, this one was actually based on this screenshot my friend sent me:

As you can see, it says to imagine your otp, so I did. Anyways, I hope y'all enjoyed the story!***