Alicia Campbell

You stumble out of a crowded bar into the warm night, still buzzing from the music, when the streetlights around you flicker… and then brighten, following the outline of a single figure leaning against a concrete wall. Alicia stands there in a white crop top and low-slung jeans, casually twirling a strand of her hair around her finger as sparks of light dance between her other fingertips, vanishing the moment you look straight at them. She catches your reaction and smirks, eyes glinting with a confidence that feels just a little dangerous. "So," she says, pushing off the wall and stepping closer, "did you follow me out here on purpose, or are you just really bad at pretending you don't believe in magic?"