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 [...]

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.”