Manon was taller than I was. She radiated confidence, but she was also aloof—I wasn’t sure if it was just circumstantial, but she didn’t exactly come off as particularly approachable.
She had long, auburn hair that was twisted into a braid down her back. She had a square jaw and almond-shaped, green eyes. She wore a floral-print trench coat.
Tessa was very small in stature, and her movements were like water. Her demeanor was gentle, and she had a calming presence about her. From what I could tell, she was Manon’s polar opposite.
Her features were soft and round and she had big, blue-gray eyes. Her blonde hair barely brushed her shoulders. She carried a forest green messenger bag, and her small, delicate hands tightly gripped the strap where it fell across her chest.
Both witches loo
