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by Bill Tiepelman

Street Chic Fairy in Pink Kicks

Street Chic Fairy in Pink Kicks: A Tale of Misadventures and Magical Mishaps Once upon a time, in a world where fairy dust and fashion collided, there was a fairy named Bellatrix. Yeah, that’s right—Bellatrix, because "Tinkerbell" was so last century, and let’s be real, she wasn’t going to be stuck with a name that sounded like it belonged on a sugar-rushed toddler’s coloring book. Bellatrix wasn’t your typical dainty fairy flitting around, granting wishes, and helping lost children find their way home. No, she was the kind of fairy who wore lace garters and floral sneakers because why the hell not? Wings with floral beads and pearls? Sure, she had those too, but only because they paired perfectly with her custom street-style kicks. She lived in the heart of the Enchanted Forest—though "heart" might be stretching it. It was more like the cheap side of town, where the unicorns had mange and the trolls held a weekly garage sale of stolen goods. But hey, rent was low, and at least the WiFi worked (sometimes). Bellatrix wasn’t interested in fancy palaces or enchanted castles. She had priorities: Instagram-worthy wings, designer sneakers, and her ever-growing collection of sarcasm, which she wielded like a wand made of pure disdain. On one particularly chaotic morning, Bellatrix woke up to the delightful sound of her magic alarm clock. Which is to say, her spell had gone horribly wrong again, and instead of a soft chime, it was the sound of enchanted toads croaking insults at her. One particularly rude toad, named Greg (because every magical disaster has to have a name), croaked something about her needing to “get up and do something useful for once.” “Yeah, yeah, Greg. I’ll get right on that,” Bellatrix muttered, tossing a pillow in his general direction. Greg croaked louder. Bellatrix knew she was going to have to deal with that pest eventually, but for now, she had more important matters to attend to—like trying to figure out which overpriced tea blend would make her less homicidal this morning. After throwing on her usual I’m not really trying look (which took about an hour to achieve, obviously), she strapped on her floral kicks. These sneakers were special, not just because they were adorable, but because they had the enchantment of comfort. Magic sneakers that never gave you blisters? She could fight dragons in these, or at least survive the long line at the local fairy market where overpriced lavender honey was sold to gullible pixies. Now, Bellatrix wasn’t one for doing “good deeds” or spreading “joy.” That was for those basic fairies who hadn’t updated their looks since the medieval ages. She was more into being slightly annoying and occasionally screwing with people who annoyed her first. Today’s mission, however, was forced upon her by the Fairy Guild. Apparently, she was on probation again for “reckless misuse of fairy dust” after that incident at last week’s enchanted rave. Look, how was she supposed to know that mixing glow-in-the-dark pixie dust with Red Bull would create a spontaneous portal to the Goblin King’s realm? In her defense, the music was fire that night, and the goblins needed to loosen up anyway. As part of her probation, she had to complete one “act of kindness” (barf) in order to get her fairy wings fully reinstated. And yes, technically, she still had wings. They were just operating at half-magic, which meant she couldn’t fly for more than two seconds without face-planting into a bush. And let’s be real, there’s nothing magical about a face full of foliage. So, Bellatrix begrudgingly set off to find some poor soul to “help.” Her definition of help, though, was a little different from the typical fairy guidebook. She wasn’t about to be out here granting wishes and teaching valuable life lessons. Please. She was more likely to give someone a half-assed magical suggestion, and then enjoy the chaos that followed. Her first stop was at the Enchanted Coffee Cart, where she spotted a forlorn-looking human sitting on a nearby stump, staring at a broken-down bicycle. A perfect target. “Need a hand?” Bellatrix asked, in her most insincere voice, while sipping a latte that cost more than most people’s rent. The human looked up, hopeful. “Oh, wow, a fairy! Can you fix my bike? I’m really late for—” “Sure thing,” Bellatrix interrupted, already bored. “But, full disclosure, I haven’t really been paying attention in fairy mechanic school, so, you know, no promises.” Before the human could object, she snapped her fingers, and—poof—the bike transformed. Sort of. Instead of a normal, functional bike, it was now a giant, glittering hamster wheel. The human stared, speechless. “Well, there you go,” Bellatrix said, trying to stifle a laugh. “Technically, it’ll get you where you need to go. You just might need to run a little. Think of it as cardio.” The human, realizing that arguing with a fairy was pointless, sighed and climbed into the wheel. Bellatrix waved them off, smirking to herself as the human awkwardly rolled away. Satisfied with her “good deed,” Bellatrix fluttered her half-functional wings and decided that was enough heroism for the day. She still had half a latte to finish and a solid hour of scrolling through enchanted social media. The fairies on her feed were all still posting about the same boring stuff—rainbows, moonbeams, blah, blah, blah. But Bellatrix knew that when it came down to it, no one was doing street chic like her. And, in her floral kicks, she was always one step ahead of the fairy fashion curve—even if she was also one sarcastic comment away from being banned from the Fairy Guild. Again. Because at the end of the day, being a fairy wasn’t about spreading joy or helping people. It was about looking fabulous while doing the bare minimum—and making sure your sarcasm was as sharp as your winged eyeliner. And thus, Bellatrix, the street chic fairy in her pink kicks, continued her reign of fashionable indifference, leaving a trail of glitter, rolled eyes, and mildly inconvenienced humans in her wake.     If you’ve ever wanted to bring a little bit of Bellatrix’s sarcasm-fueled, street-chic style into your own life, you’re in luck! The iconic "Street Chic Fairy in Pink Kicks" is now available on a range of products, perfect for adding a touch of whimsy (and a little attitude) to your space or daily accessories. Adorn your walls with the enchanting Street Chic Fairy Tapestry, bringing Bellatrix's unique charm to any room. Send some magic to your friends with a greeting card that perfectly captures her fashionable defiance. Or grab a playful sticker to decorate your laptop, water bottle, or whatever else needs a little fairy flair. So, whether you’re looking for a bit of magical decor or a way to add some whimsical edge to your style, Bellatrix has you covered—no fairy dust required.