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been using for years only to have them fizzle out, or blow up in their faces. Literally. Penny Simpson had a bad experience with a scrying spell she’d done for years and her eyebrows hadn’t grown back yet. Hannah, their sometime-resident magic expert, said the residual magic had to dissipate on its own before the hair follicles would resume their natural cycle.
    Still, it’s not like that was Jade’s fault. But try telling that to Penny and her horridly drawn-on eyebrows. Yeesh. Penny should just… not do anything with them. Although that would mean she’d have to walk around with that perpetually surprised look people with no eyebrows have.
    Whatever. It wasn’t life-threatening. No one had died. No one would die. Probably. So long as they didn’t go crazy with their magic until they got it figured out, it would all be fine. She was trying to help by reconfiguring spells at Counter-Magic, but even if she hadn’t been helping, she couldn’t force them to like her.
    Plus, she didn’t need to be liked. Being liked wasn’t important in the grand scheme of things. Right? Still, when she walked into the Coven and Henri, already at his reception desk, looked up and gave her a big smile and wave, she felt warm and pleasant in her chest. He had his headset on, taking a phone call, but he still managed to point at his watch and mouth ‘ ten-thirty? ’ and then mime drinking a coffee. Jade nodded, passing by his desk on her way to Counter-Magic. Once there, she took off her coat, straightened her keyboard and then settled down in her chair. Time to work.
    She had some emails waiting for her - a couple of minor spells that Coven witches had been using, but couldn't get working since Coven magic had been reset. Jade’s job at the moment was to slog through spells that were failing, see if she could figure out why, and tweak them. She liked it. It wasn’t as much fun as demon magic, but it was puzzle solving and no two were the same. She worked on easy and simple spells assigned to her by Daniel or Josef after they had reviewed the Counter-Magic Incident Report log. Coven members called in, their issues got logged and then assigned out to appropriate witches. Sometimes spells went wrong due to bad ingredients or improper casting. Sometimes people just weren’t as good as they thought they were. Counter-Magic ensured that nothing too horrible happened to the Coven and that things were mostly put right in the end.
    Except for Penny and her eyebrows.
    Jade was just glad she was finally getting work, even if it was simple fire creation spells, house-cleaning charms gone awry or positive mantra magic not working. At the end of the day, she could point to the number of emails she’d resolved and say, ‘Yeah. I did that.’ Simple, but gratifying.
    Daniel came in about ten minutes after her and raised his eyebrows in question. Jade guessed he probably wondered if she was feeling well after her dry heaving incident that morning. She gave him the thumbs-up and then went back to her spell work, trying to untangle why Lucy DeWinter hadn’t been able to scry for her favorite necklace yesterday. Or rather, why she’d found four lost socks and a ball of dryer lint instead. Jade wasn’t sure if she wanted to first figure out how Lucy could find her necklace, or if she should figure out how to cast a spell that would perpetually locate lost socks. She hated losing socks.
    Ten-thirty rolled around faster than Jade expected and she grabbed her purse to head to the cafeteria. Callie and Henri were already there, at their usual table, heads bent together. Callie’s fine blond hair was pulled back into a simple French braid and Jade wondered if she should or could try something similar with her own hair. Maybe she could ask Callie to try it out on her. Did women do those kinds of things when they were adults? Or was that a ‘teenage sleepover’ thing, complete with requisite pillow fight and giggling? Absently, she reached up and