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Gertie and Bridget go to the beach

It was a hot day. A sticky, sweaty, miserable day in Lucembrine where sunlight blared and sources of shade were few and far between. An afternoon where the asphalt seemed to sizzle, concrete blinded pedestrians, and door handles fried anyone silly enough to touch them.
It was the perfect day, according to Gertie, for the beach. Gertie and Bridget’s parents were off at a wine tasting, a common tourist tradition in Lucembrine, while Bridget and Gertie had walked down the beach outside their rented cottage to a nearby boardwalk. Gertie took to the ocean as fast as she could. She was wearing an enchanted swim cap that made her able to hold her breath longer, and she was off flaunting that ability and exploring some cave nearby. Bridget, meanwhile, had suffered a severe sunburn the previous day of their vacation and was still feeling it on her back and shoulders. Instead of exposing herself, she sat on one of the wooden benches next to the row of shops on the boardwalk. She had a book that Gert…

Gertie and Bridget go on holiday

Bridget heaved her suitcase onto what she declared “her” bed and dropped herself down next to it. She threw her sweater (which she had been forced to remove in the airport due to the heat) onto the floor, and let out a long, contented sigh. “Thanks for the offer, sis, but I got this.” Gertie said sarcastically as she dragged her suitcase into their room and left it at the foot of her bed. In her other hand was a black and white portable hatbox, and inside sat her most prized possession - her storage hat. Using magic, it held her entire collection, stored in rows and rows of individual hat boxes. “You’re fine,” Bridget responded, and unzipped her suitcase to change into shorts. Spring in the family’s home state of Tornstead was barely warmer than winter, and for this reason the family took the time to escape the chilly weather and bask in the sun of Lucembrine. The island state was famous for its beaches and sun, aquariums for the young, and wine tasting for the adults. The cottage they ha…

Gertie and Bridget go shopping

“Bridget? Are you home?” The door opened, interrupting Gertie’s pounding, but instead of her sister it was her roommate Patricia who answered, looking mad enough to call the residential advisor. “She’s out,” she said, her words clipped. “Sorry.” Gertie backed away. “Gertie?” Gertie turned to see Bridget at the other end of the hall. Ziggy, their ghost dog, barked and ran from her heels to Gertie. “Ziggy!” Gertie cried, grinning as the dog whooshed up to her face and lapped at her chin. Her baseball cap, firmly on her head and supporting the Wespire Leopards, was enchanted and allowed her to see the ghost of their dead dog. Being licked by a ghost was a cold and unpleasant sensation, but it made Ziggy so happy and it was comforting to have the same relationship in death as they had in life. “Gertie, what are you doing here?” Bridget asked. “Demetrius has a new hat and I want to take a look!” Gertie passed her phone to Bridget and patted Ziggy as best she could until he calmed down. A green tex…