Witch Way to an Alphas' Heart

The sweet smell of wildflowers filtered through the warm spring air, tickling the nose of a young girl laying under the expansive shadow of a large tree on the edge of a clearing. Her fiery red hair fanned around her in gentle waves, uncaring of the potential leaves or critters that might entangle in their locks. "Ophelia!" At a shrill cry, a single chestnut brown eye flicker open, the gold rim hugging the pupil almost glowing. "Over here!" She called back through soft pink lips. Knowing her break was over, she slowly pushed herself up into her elbows before pushing the rest of the way to a sitting position. Leaves were in her red mane. "Ophelia! Why am I always playing messenger for you?" The mildly irritated voice came from a midnight haired beauty with a lean frame to contrast the ginger's full plump figure. She popped out from the treeline in quick strides, her green eyes transfixed on her so called friend who always seemed to disappear when needed. "Grace, Grace, Grace. Don't be mad. I...I just..." Ophelia's eyes started around, trying to scramble for an answer before quickly giving up the truth. "I didn't study okay!" She grimaced apologetically, finally moving up to a stand as Grace came up to her. "And I really, really need to pass this final or my parents won't let me vacation in San Diego with humans! But I got sick and then I fell behind my chores and then I procrastinated a little tiny..." The dark haired female gestured sharply at the tree behind them, pointing at how that was precisely what she was currently doing. "Okay more than a little. I'll study tonight and take it tomorrow I swear!" But her friend was unconvinced, her eyes narrowing as her hands fell to her hips. "If I keep making up excuses for you, I'M going to be held back a year right along with you!" "You make that sound like a bad thing - OW!" Ophelia yelped as Grace smacked her on the arm. "Okay, okay. What if I take you with me to Cali? Hmmm? Two fine ass witches tearing up the town, San Diego won't ever be the same when we leave!" Indeed they were witches, but not the pointy hat crackling around a boiling kettle kind of witch that humans believed. They were far worse. Far more powerful. More like what they called sorcerers, with abilities to control the very elements. So any trip outside the coven had to be approved by the council, as they could cause quite the havock, and coverups we're both annoying and costly. Thankfully her mother, THE Esmeralda, one of the strongest fire witches in the entire country was on the board. She was her in. And immediately Grace's eyes turned from irritated to excited, practically sparkling. "Really? No take backs! And I'll come over later to help you study, there is no way you're failing now!" Ophelia giggled and looped an arm around her friends to start leading them back to their homes. "I knew I could count on you Cece."