Invisibility is going to be very popular with monsters who want to go out in the world.
As far as scrolls are concerned: Xeroxing them doesn't work. Carbon paper does, even on gray paper where the runes are barely visible for intellectual property reasons, and tracing a xeroxed copy also works fine; a simple spell takes about five minutes to make a stack of four. The spells are available in French and Spanish. There isn't a huge selection to start. But it's something.
They give Angela an after-school job tracing them according to demand so they have more time to discover additional runes and work out additional spells, and they put up fliers in the Avalon advertising a mail-order service.
Bella gets a car. It's a beat-up station wagon, but it works.
Bella has a small business, a vehicle, and a long-term career plan.
She sets about making arrangements to skip the eleventh grade, and Darren follows suit.
The two of them are adorably attached to each other. There is a lot of kissing. Savannah teases them a lot and Bella messes with her and Darren blushes.
By the time summer vacation starts, they have a stabilized price point, sufficient regular buyers, enough repertoire, and a nest egg of money that permit them to rent a small storefront and hire a teenage griffin to sell scrolls in the Avalon. They are on their way out (Savannah accompanying for kicks, Bella driving) to seal the deal and drop off a batch of inventory. Bright and early.
Savannah sits up and curls around herself in one single motion. "Is it gone?" she hisses.
"Good enough." She then wraps her arms around her legs and proceeds to not say anything else.
Savannah snorts. "Pfff, he would. Home's good, being fed chicken noodle soup, nah. He can make it and I feed myself, though."
And that seems to be all she wants to say of the subject.
"We heading home?"
It's probably going to be a quiet car ride.
When they arrive, Vernon is waiting and immediately hugs his kids.
"Everything all right?"
Savannah nods. "Yeah. Bit scratched up, and I need like a pint of ice cream, but I'll live."
"Eh, stay, Darren needs cuddles and that is an auxiliary use of a girlfriend," snorts Savannah.
Actually they can go snuggle on the couch, that is better than snuggling standing up. Couch-move, then snuggles.
Savannah, not being the snuggling type, retrieves an entire carton of ice cream from the freezer, plops onto a nearby couch, and then starts working her way through it. Nom. Nom nom. The best part about horrific trauma is the license to eat lots of ice cream after.
Snuggle snuggle.
"Should we have, like, actual passwords?"