Wilting

Lee walked down the crowded street, with her backpack, which was 3 sizes too big and overpacked. She struggled with the bag and after a while she had decided better to just drag it. She noticed a shaggy haired boy across the street that looked to be around her age. Lee looked at the boy across the street. What was that boy thinking. He stood there with a goofy looking smile and held a sign that said, 'will do any work for a haircut.'

"I don't think anyone is dumb enough to hire him-" Lee didn't even finish her sentence before she had an idea. She gave an evil smirk and menacingly rubbed her palms together. She quickly walked across the dirt road to the boy, grabbed his hand, and began dragging him.

"W-wait w-what are you doing??" The boy asked and he tried to pull away from Lee, but soon found out she had an iron grip.

"I'm hiring you dummy!" She replied, looking back at the back flashing him a toothy smile.

"O-oh, okay, I'm Quentin Mercouri by the way, w-who are you?" He questioned. Lee slowed down and came to a halt. She turned around and looked at him.

"My name's Lee, Lee Frenticia," She held out her hand, and quickly shook it. "But, before we continue, how do you feel about Magic?"