She pulled her wand from her silver coat and waved it. Stars spilled from it and sped through her nearest open window towards Glenda, her college rival, as spiteful now as ever.
How Glenda managed to be a trainee fairy rather than witch bemused Jemima. That wasn’t her decision. This was. Those irreversible stars would land on Glenda and bestow Jemima’s job.
Jemima was the Tooth Fairy.
Glenda loathed kids (her great granny was baked by some) and dentists.
Jemima smiled. Her day was made.