They call themselves Inggalapati, it started as a joke between friends who’ve spent almost half their lives together. Twenty-five years of friendship has transformed the label from a playful title into something that binds them. Initially with the purpose of cementing their shared hatred for anyone they deem self-important, pretentious, phony, cunning and hypocrites.
"We’re the bitches who look out for each other,” one of them proudly declared, raising her glass of Ginebra San Miguel. They were drunk, exhausted, and covered in their own vomit, struggling to finish their thesis and survive university. When the glass slipped from her hand and shattered on the floor, it brought their giggles into a deadly silence. They exchanged glances, eyes wide, before bursting into laughter again. That moment stuck with them -- it was the instant the coven was truly born.
Over the years, the Coven of Inggalapati evolved into something far more than a casual group of friends. Their gatherings took on a familiar rhythm -- starting with coffee or wine, lightheartedly catching up on the mundane details of life. But inevitably, like clockwork, the conversation would take a darker turn, zeroing in on an outsider - someone who had wronged one of them. And in those moments, the gossips flowed freely, laced with sharp laughter, "hi hi hi hi!" and biting remarks.
Their bond wasn’t just about loyalty. When someone crossed one of their own, the group would come together. Each would bring a suggestion, a method of retaliation. Their methods ranged from the simple goody two-shoes, to the extreme; like hiring hitmen, manipulating the legal systems, calling in favors from powerful contacts, or, in whispered tones, invoking darker powers through kulam -- spells that carried the weight of their grievances. Whatever the issue, they believed they had the tools to deal with it, no matter the cost.
At least, that’s how they liked to imagine themselves; powerful witches, each with an arsenal of retaliation at her fingertips, but in reality, problems are good conversations to have with good friends. Beneath the façade, they’re just a group of women who’ve weathered heartbreak, career struggles, betrayals, and loss. Yet, no matter how rough the storm, they’ve always had each other’s backs and their first instinct has always been to shield each other from the Voldemorts of the world.
Over time, they’ve forged something unbreakable, an elixir from shared experiences, secrets, and, yes, endless gossip. And if those whispers haunt the dreams of those who wrong them, then so be it. They may not wield real magic, but they’re more than just friends -- they’re a family. Flawed, fierce, and connected by far more potent than blood or spells.
As the years passed, they had only grown closer, solidifying their identity as “better bitches, better witches.” Distance meant nothing to them. Whether they were countries apart or just across the street, the magic of their bond remained unshakable. In the end, for better or worse, they had each other. And that was all that mattered.
But still… beware…
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