Dust 'em off, ladies — it's riding season. The brooms have been in storage, and they're coming out polished and tuned. The group chat is already forty-seven messages deep, and the season hasn't even started. This isn't a hobby. It's a lifestyle with a group chat.
The witches figured out the real secret: a dramatic silhouette on a broomstick at dusk flatters absolutely everyone. Summer bodies are temporary — one season, constant maintenance. Witch energy is forever, and looks incredible in black, which is conveniently the entire wardrobe.
Hats steamed, capes dramatic, attitude calibrated to "don't even." New riders welcome: one broom, one attitude, and the ability to cackle on cue. The season is short and the cackling is eternal.