“Not that McKenzie boy,” she said with a snort. “Although, I do understand your flustered britches. He’s got a bubble butt, and I like those.”
Oh my God, this woman.
She pointed toward an older looking man with a full head of brown hair next to the quill vendor. He was handsome too, but a little too old for my liking.
The colorful woman turned my way with a sigh. “Roy is in my conjuring class. He sends me flirty looks all day, but I think Imelda has a crush on him.”
Imelda must be the one who always complained about Imogene taking all the kabobs. I can only imagine how much she would gripe if her friend took the man she liked.
“Which means,” Imogene continued with a flick of her delicate wrist, “I can’t slip my hands down his pants, you know. Flaps before chaps.”
Flaps before chaps?!
I snorted with uncontrolled laughter. This woman was entertaining to say the least. Thank goodness I worked on mypelvic floor exercises after having Piper because I surely would have peed myself from laughing.
Then, her bony orange-painted fingernails pinched my sides.
“Ow!” I glared at Imogene.
She tilted her head forward, her gaze darting behind me before a bright smile lifted her lips. “Mr. McKenzie. We were just talking about your bubble butt.”
Chapter Eleven
I was a witch, with powers, and a wand to prove it.
“Iwasn’t!” I spun around a little too quickly and wobbled.
Rylan was there to stabilize me, and my whole body warmed as if his touch were a heated blanket. Then, a feminine cough came from behind him, and I remembered we weren’t alone.
“Thanks,” I murmured before returning to Imogene’s and Remy’s sides. My roommate acknowledged the others before stepping up to the vendor and beginning her questions. I was about to listen in when a blonde ponytail swished in my face.
“Aw, aren’t you the cutest?” Delanie Templeton stood beside Rylan with a big fake grin. She looked at Imogene and me with false nicety. Hopefully, her special talent in pageants wasn’t acting because she sucked.
Imogene smirked, and my mouth dropped as she stepped closer to the pageant queen. “You look like a dried apple. I’ll give you the number of my surgeon. He’ll do wonders on those crow’s feet wrinkles.”
I think she was serious. If Imogene truly used a surgeon for her body, then he was worth it. She had fairly smooth skin for her age.
The smile on Delanie’s face dropped. Her hands flexed at her sides like she’d smack Imogene, but then a masculine laugh captured our attention.
Rylan’s lips tightened, but the laughter burst through again.
Delanie shot him an open-mouthed look then stomped off into the crowd with a squeal.
Imogene stepped back to my side and yawned. “So sorry your girlfriend is a bitch. A handsome man like you deserves someone with a good heart.”
I was too busy watching the squealing adult disappear that I missed the way Imogene’s head tilted in my direction.
“Temperance, it’s your turn,” Remy called over to me, and to my surprise, both Imogene and Rylan took up space beside me. Despite the tent being open to the air, it felt a little snug with them so close.
The male vendor smiled at our group then proceeded to give us his spiel. Remy patiently stood to the side with a wand-stamped bag in her hand.
The vendor lifted a red wand and rolled it between his fingers. “I’m sure you’ve learned by now that wands are conduits of magic. You form a special bond with your wand, and it with you. They are made of nature from our realm. We have a selection of metal, wood, and stone here.”
He waved his wand over an assortment of choices set on a velvet tablecloth. The wands lifted and started to roll like a rotisserie chickens.
“First person, place both of your hands over the table, palm down please.”
I was excited and closest, so I stepped up with my hand out.
