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Margo felt a familiar shiver as Odette brushed her hair off her shoulder. Would she always feel that shiver, she wondered? That warm tingle of excitement at being close to her girlfriend? She couldn't imagine the novelty ever wearing off, not if they stayed together for the rest of their lives...

Margo wiped her mouth on the cuff of her sleeve, grinning. Only Odette could make her feel pretty even when she was spitting mushed up beans. "I would kiss you, but I probably taste like earthworm," she said, making her way back over to the bed. She sat down cross-legged, her expression suddenly...

Margo grinned as she began collecting up the chess pieces. Sometimes she made bad moves in the hopes Odette would beat her, but most of the time she was really trying to win. She just didn't get that many opportunities to beat her girlfriend at something. "Because you love me?" she suggested...

Margo never forgot how lucky she was to be a witch. Her elder sisters, Cynthia and Brogan, didn't have a drop of magic in them, in spite of sharing the same magical ancestors. She often wondered where she would have ended up if she hadn't gone to Hogwarts, though she didn't tend to consider the...

Margo laughed, leaning into Odette's comforting warmth. She didn't really care if Odette got drunk - they were adults, now - yet she felt her respect for her girlfriend grow as she promised to be responsible. Margo's parents were always going to take a bit of getting used to the idea of Odette...

Margo was only allowed to go to Lizzie's party on the condition that she wouldn't drink. She was old enough, legally, but that didn't mean her mother was OK with it. She assured her mother there wasn't even going to be any alcohol (a blatant lie, but she got away with it - her mother hadn't been...

Margo relaxed into a smile, relief spreading through her. A year ago, she would never have thought Odette could sit down and have such a mature conversation. She wouldn't even have expected herself to be able to. It felt nice - almost as if a switch had flicked, and suddenly she felt a little...

Margo almost had her breath held in anticipation. If Odette decided she didn't want to give them a chance, Margo would have been OK with that. She respected her friend's feelings, even if her own would be hurt in the process. She nodded every few seconds, encouraging Odette to go on, to finish...

Margo grinned ruefully as Odette finally realised why she'd had a problem with Harley. Well, one of the reasons, anyway. She looked down at their hands, absent-mindedly tracing circles on the back of Odette's with her thumb. This was where it got serious. The part Margo had been dreading. At...

Margo finally exhaled, grinning as Odette reached up to touch her hair. It was wonderful. The most wonderful thing she'd ever felt. She had built the moment up in her mind for so many years that she'd been afraid the real thing would be a disappointment, but somehow it had surpassed all of her...

Odette hesitated. Not for long, but long enough for Margo to think she'd gotten it all completely wrong, and that she was about to lose the best friend she'd ever had and all because she couldn't keep her stupid mouth closed. But then Odette nodded. Margo almost wondered if she'd imagined it...

Margo felt a warmth spread through her hand and up her arm. She opened her eyes, and for a moment just looked at Odette's hand on hers. It looked so right. And it felt right, too - like an extension of herself. She didn't want Odette to let go. Maybe she didn't have to. Maybe they could stay...

Margo almost jumped as Odette's voice sliced open the evening air. She hunched over, as if trying to ease a sore stomach. It was awful. Being alone with Odette was exactly what Margo wanted, but simultaneously the thing she dreaded most of all. Horrified, she looked up. Odette was standing even...

Set on the night of the Yule Ball Margo had only been in the hall for five minutes, and already she needed to leave for air. This was far from the fun, possibly romantic evening she'd spend the last week envisioning. It was a total disaster. She almost wanted to tell Odette not to follow her -...

"Ooh, now I'm definitely going to break an ankle," Margo said, laughing at the idea of Odette trying to carry her to the hospital wing. A soft flush rose to her cheeks as her friend returned the compliment. There had been a time when Odette might have tried to put her down, but tonight the...

This year, Margo had come prepared. Her dress wasn't particularly beautiful or expensive, but at least it was hers - she'd saved for it herself, gone out and bought it during the holidays so that she wouldn't have to rely on one of her sisters being willing to lend her one. She did a little...

Why did Margo get so nervous when Odette was close to her? It wasn't even exactly nervousness - more a fluttery, lightheaded feeling that spread through her entire body. She knew she was probably blushing, but covering her eyes with her hands helped conceal her rosy cheeks as well. "Just do it!"...

Margo smiled, feeling strangely as if she were seeing a part of Odette that she had never revealed before - a soft, vulnerable, caring side. That wasn't to say Margo had never suspected it was there, or caught glimpses of it in the time they'd spent alone together, but it was the first time...