In English — Grachi

The next day, she gathered her coven in the abandoned greenhouse behind the school. Daniel, ever the pragmatist, was checking his phone for any signs of magical disturbances. Mia, her former rival turned fierce best friend, was already mixing a protective salt circle. Even Tony and Cussy, the mischievous magical mascots, were uncharacteristically serious, their fur standing on end.

Grachi opened her eyes. The air was clean. The weight was gone. She looked at her friends—her family.

"Next time," Mia said, breaking the silence with a smirk, "can we just have a pizza party? Less dramatic." grachi in english

He was right. A secret was eating at her. For weeks, she’d been having dreams of a dark, swirling vortex—a magical echo from a spell she’d broken months ago. A spell that had promised to erase magic forever. She had saved magic, but a shard of that broken darkness had latched onto her, feeding on her anxiety.

She snapped her fingers, and the single flame that appeared was small, steady, and warm. Exactly the way she wanted it. She had learned the most powerful spell of all: the one you don't need magic to cast. The next day, she gathered her coven in

A soft knock came from her window. She looked up to see Matías, his silhouette framed by the dying light. He was holding a small, wilting sunflower in one hand and a worried smile on his face.

Daniel pocketed his phone and nodded. "Laughter." Even Tony and Cussy, the mischievous magical mascots,

"Concentrate, Grachi," she whispered to herself. "Focus."