Rose, a small thing, wore about a dozen necklaces of varying sizes around her neck, each one carrying a crystal on its end. Bracelets with rose quartz, onyx, amethyst and the like carefully woven through metal wires, string, or leather covered her wrists. Often, Rose liked to wear glittery eyeshadow and gloss, along with an amazing highlight. She always had an opal ready for the coven’s creative blocks or an agate on hand for anxiety attacks, leaving them on her fellow witches’ pillows. The baby of the coven, the crystal witch.

Genevieve was always hard to find, and that’s how she liked it. She wore all black, like your stereotypical witch, but occasionally she opted for some grays. In the summer, she preferred to stay indoors until the sun went down. Stormy days were her favorite. Her smoky eyeshadow and sharp winged liner intimidated some, but her coven knew that Genevieve was as soft and delicate as the shadows that she worked with. Dark and mysterious, that shadow witch.

Everly thrives on sunshine. Her floral prints and military greens went well with her big black gardening boots. Her witch hat had bright yellow sunflowers around the brim. The only time you would find her inside would be when she was working in the kitchen, using plants she’d grown with love to create her spells and potions. Her natural beauty, freckles, and dirt-covered hands were signatures of the beloved earth witch.

Their coven may be small, but each witch loved their craft with their entire hearts. While they may be practicing different magics, all three used their work to care for the others. Every Friday night, they all took a break and cuddled on the couch together, eating ice cream and watching One Tree Hill, knowing nothing could break apart the bond of a coven.

—By Tracy F., 16, Las Vegas