You spot a girl who looks about 16 making her way through a Wiccan store call Inner Wisdom in the local shopping mall. She is wearing sandals, a dark green maxi-skirt, a bare-midriff white tank top, and wooden-bead necklaces and waist chains that are probably supposed to look Native American or African. Her flowing black hair is adorned with some kind of faux-Celtic circlet. Her green eyes gleam with self-satisfaction.

"Blessed be!" she says with rehearsed brightness to the cashier, "I'm Rose Lee, but I'll totes hex you into next Tuesday if you call me by that stupid normie name. I'm better known online as Aura Moonstone." She giggles mischievously. "I'm, like, totes calling on the Maiden, the Mother, and the Crone to hex any peeps who give me a mean comment. Hey, have you seen this lit dreamcatcher?" Aura holds up a bright pink, glittery dreamcatcher studded with amethysts. "It's straight fire! I am soooo totes hanging this baby over my healing crystals and my yoni egg."