Hocus Pocus //Sister Needed! Jump in!

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    Two sisters grow up together. They are very close; and lead seemingly normal lives. Though one day, through an accident it is revealed to them that they are witches, descendants of the Salem witches. There is a hunt for them, people from groups who want to rid the world entirely of witches. Can they keep each other safe?

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    Waverly ran as fast as her scraped legs could carry her, carrying in her arms what she managed to swipe from the convenient store. A bag of pretzels, pop tarts, frozen waffles, and a small box that contained even smaller juice boxes. Her older sister said that she didn't want her making these 'trips' anymore, but Waverly had to find some way to provide for the two of them. And times were dicey; she always had to be fast for fear that a witch hunter would grab her. That's why she always made the trips, she fifteen year old couldn't bare the thought of losing her older sister, she was all she had left. Chest heaving, she pushed her way into the cabin. "Hey! I managed to snatch us some stuff!" She said, a triumphant look on her face as she dumped the contents from her arms.

    "Great job, Waverly!" The elder of the two responded with a proud smirk as she approached her sister and looked over everything she'd brought back to the cabin, "You know I hate us having to resort to this, but I appreciate that we have no other choice" Tamara added as she looked at her sister with a small smile.


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    Waverly looked down at her feet and nodded her head. She too hated that they had to resort to stealing like petty criminals, but it was the only way. She couldn't risk the witch hunters getting to her, or worse off getting to Tamara. The thought sent a shiver down her spine. If anything happened to her older sister she would just die. Which is why it was she whom always went on these 'trips', she couldn't risk Tamara being placed in danger. From the stash she picked up a packet of pop-tarts and handed them to Tamara with a concerned glance. "Eat, it's been a while."

    Tamara nodded softly in response and took some of the offered food and nibbled at it, not arguing. She'd learned not to argue with her younger sister when she felt strongly about something a long time ago and had learned not to take that same feeling for granted.