Katelyn and the Witch Party. Content Warning.
Victoria lay on the ground completely still with her arms spread out on either side of her. Her short blonde hair piled around her head where it had hit the floor moments before. She was wearing the same pink pencil skirt she always wore with a white blouse and short-sleeved blazer and a pair of black stiletto high heels. Her pink pendant necklace hung from her neck, exposed as it lay on her chest still intact. The pink swirling gas inside was slowly fading away. Her medium-sized pink sparkly handbag sat on the table next to Mrs. Valedette’s hand. The white china teacup with the delicate pink rose on it that Victoria had drunk from sat a small distance away on a small white plate with a gold line rimming the edge. Even Victoria’s grey eyes were frozen open, unblinking.
