Maven Fairy Godmother

Ashleigh moped in her room in the third tallest tower of her sister’s castle. “Unfortunately,” said Maven, appearing with a minimum of flash and sparkle, “it is impossible to grant a wish for the past. You have to decide what you want in the future. Looks like you’re doing all right to me.”

“That’s what happens when you don’t think about one wish, but just wave your wand over everything,” Fiona said, with a smirk. “What are you going to do about it, since you now know how powerful you are, and you’ve learned that no one else can undo your hasty and ill-formed magic?” Fiona stood there [...]

Jones landed on his belly in a flower bed—petunias from the smell of it—never a good sign. But the Ions were gone, his brain sparkles mere ash which filled his mouth. He made a few tentative moves to see if anything was broken, other than the flower stalks beneath him.  It was dark, always good, [...]

“So what can you do for me, fairy godmother? You can’t kill me, you can’t make me fall in love, and I can see through any glamour you can throw over me.” His eyes gave her the piercing look that was usually followed by his piercing kiss.

Just give the word.” Maven drained the mug. “If that’s what you want.” Her voice had an edge of warning, just a note of ‘be careful what you ask for.’ Maven handed her the mug, nodding at it significantly. “Take your time. There ain’t no beer in Faery.”