For kicks as she walked past a row of slot machines, she hexed them and they all began blazing and beeping with incredible noise. She didn’t like the sound. She loathed it but it seemed to suit her already harsh disposition so she let the sound reverberate in her head. She saw a group of security agents move to the row because although five machines were in use, three were not and yet they echoed as if someone had just spun and won the jackpot. Their confusion gave her a momentary pang of joy.
Her eyes were still their phoney buttery brown but she wore no glasses. She and her three sisters had combined their powers to make the freckles on her face, the color of her eyes and the strange tint to her usual flawless complexion a semi-permanent fixture for the weekend. As Diamond had advised
