Page 37 of They Were Broom-Mates

“But how do you know that?” Amelie asked, following Regina’s gaze.

“We’ve been together for quite some time.” Regina smiled softly. “She doesn’t bother using the illusion around me anymore.”

Despite herself, Amelie started giggling, watching the crowd pass by, likely in awe of Hestia’s magical dress, completely unaware that the modesty of it all was almost entirely an illusion. At the sound of her laughter, Hestia made eye contact with the kitchen witch and hurried over, Delia in tow.

“Look what I won, Amelie!” Hestia bounced to a stop, her top remaining perfectly situated in the center of her breasts the entire time. Holding up an adorable stuffed raven, Hestia tilted her head to the side as she realized the pair watching were laughing. “What’s so funny?”

“I was just explaining to Amelie the logistics of your outfits,” Regina explained amid her giggles. For a moment, Hestia didn’t quite understand, but then a massive smile broke across her face.

“What are you talking about?” Delia asked, looking up and down Hestia’s body as the trio devolved even further into giggles.

“Have you ever wondered how Hestia never manages to flash anybody in those outfits?” Amelie asked through laughter, hysteria only increasing as she watched Delia’s expression transition to one of understanding.

“I have actually.” Delia put her hands on her hips, tilting her head slightly to the side. “When I wear short skirts, I have to wear safety shorts to make sure I’m good when I bend over.”

A mischievous sparkle appeared in Hestia’s eye as she bent over and cupped her hands around Delia’s ear, whispering to her. Tears began to gather in Amelie’s eyes as Delia’s expression turned from impressed to horrified in a matter of seconds. Then, standing back up, Hestia adjusted her top.

“Yeah, my left nipple was out this entire time.”

By the time Amelie and Regina had finished laughing, Delia had already stormed off to the food section, mumbling something about getting an apple cider. Standing up straight, Amelie took a deep breath and moved to wipe her eyes, but Regina was already there, cupping her face in her hands and gently wiping her tears from her cheeks.

“This was what I saw.” Regina smiled before leaning in and pressing a sweet kiss to Amelie’s lips.

Breathing in Regina’s scent, Amelie smiled as she pulled back, looking at the Divination Witch.

“Come on, let’s go help Delia with those drinks.” Regina mused, interlacing her fingers with Amelie’s and pulling Hestia in by her waist with her other hand.

The food stands weren’t too far away, so it wasn’t difficult to spot the tiny, white-haired death witch in line for Cider. However, as they made their way in that direction, the group passed the bakery stand.

Amelie considered going over and saying hello for a second, but when she caught sight of Rowen and Sadie arguing at the booth, a sneer overtook her lips, and she shook her head, walking right past.

“You don’t want to say hi to your brother?” Regina mused.

Amelie made a fake gagging noise and shook her head. “No way. Those two are definitely fucking, and I don’t want anything to do with that.”

Hestia craned her neck over Regina’s shoulder to peer at the pair. “How do you know?”

“It’s a sibling thing.” Regina and Amelie answered at the same time.

By the time the sun started going down, the group had settled into some benches near the gazebo to eat some of the spoils from the day. Hestia, however, had wanted to go bobbing for apples and had since dragged Regina over to the carnival area once again, leaving Delia and Amelie to finish their funnel cakes.

“That’s my sister,” Delia commented, pointing with the tip of her funnel cake toward a couple dancing toward the center of town. Amelie followed her gaze until she came across a black-haired, curvy woman dancing with a tall brunette in a suit.

“That’s Roz?” Amelie tilted her head, examining the other woman’s features. It was true that she and Delia weren’t identical, but Amelie could still see the family resemblance. “Are you going to tell her?”

“About what happened?” Delia glanced to her side to look up at Amelie and shrugged upon receiving a nod in response.

“Eventually.” Delia sighed, taking a bite of her funnel cake. “My Aunt Selma caught me up on what had been happening on their end since Roz’s little tumble in the cemetery, and the important piece is that she knows she has the gift of reanimation.”

Amelie watched the couple dance, holding each other and swaying without a care in the world.

“I’m the one who got assigned the position of Cemetery Caretaker.” Delia continued. “So even if she weren’t my sister, I would still have to be the one to deal with what happened at the end of the day.”

Delia’s gaze softened as she watched the pair. “I’ll tell her. But for tonight… I think I’ll just let her enjoy herself.”

Amelie smiled and placed a hand on Delia’s free one sitting on the bench.

“I think that’s very kind of you,” Amelie commented. “But don’t forget, we are here to have fun too.”