Also known as: Who says I can't be a witch?
Life on a frontier planet was dull.
As usual, when Faouli sneaked into the restricted zone to play, a book went "thump" as it hit her on the head, knocking her out on the spot.
When she opened her eyes again, someone was furtively performing a ritual beside her.
"Hi!" The orange-haired girl greeted her with a spoon in hand, quietly sliding the book farther away with her other hand. "Trust me, this was an accident."
Faouli glanced at the five-centimeter-thick book.
"Couldn't murder me, so now you're trying to cover up the body?"
"Huh? I'm trying to save you."
Faouli looked at the blackish gunk bubbling away in the pot. "Are you sure?"
"..."
The girl looked at her earnestly. "It's totally normal for witches to be bad at brewing potions."
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