Zatanna and Evie
She'd kept her head down. Too much was at stake, really, for much else. She wanted everyone to forget she was losing her grip, so she could do it on her own terms.
Unfortunately things don't go like that. She wanted to use magic more. Especially with the bracelets on, they scored the bleeding magic. The bonfire found her with a blanket on the sand a ways back. She was levitating a few inches above the blanket, and her perfectly toasted marshmallows floated back to her from the fire.
The tank top and shorts she had on were black but they glittered when she shifted, looking like the night sky. She was rather comfortable, and unconcerned.