The Beginning
A series of lamps lights the window of the tiny shop in South Hampton. Colorful shades and bulbs cast an eclectic glow over the cobbled street as a group of teenagers walked by.
"What are we doing here, Ripper?" a dark hair boy asks petulantly.
"We have a new place, we need new things. The apartment's dismal; a lamp will do it good," a tall, brown haired boy replies haughtily, shifting the slightly oversized leather jacket over his broad shoulders. The dark haired boy snorts.
"I'll bloody conjure something. We don't need to buy anything. At the very least, steal one!"
"Oh, shut up, Ethan. Just because we went with my pick of a hideout instead of yours doesn't mean that you have to be such a brat," a messy-haired blonde girl crosses her arms and glares. Her dark kohl makes her eyes standout garishly.
"Oh shut up, Deirdre, my place was much better! Yours is so posh, we'll be evicted in no time," Ethan sulks.
"It's nicer, but I don't think the neighborhood is nice enough for anyone to care if we summon a few demons," an olive skinned boy says, stepping between the other two. Ethan rolls his dark eyes, a pout on his pixy-like face.
"At least you get to share a room with Ripper," the final boy in the group laughs, nudging the sorcerer.
"A small consolation, I'm sure," Deirdre snickers, ignoring Ethan's glare, "It's a good thing Philip and Randall have some sense, or the three of us would never stop fighting."
"You and Ethan don't stop fighting," Ripper says absently, staring at the lamps in the window, "That one." He points at a green, brown, and purple lamp depicting dragonflies.
"Kind of a girly choice, don't you think, Ripper?" Ethan asks.
"I like it. It has a certain ethereal feel, as if it's special," Deirdre says.
"It's ours then," Ripper says, lifting his fist.