“I know I joined the coven to practice magic,” Kayla Lewell said from where she sat on her bedroom floor, twirling her copper hair with one of her fingers. Alex Barrister sat with her, his back against her bed, his legs folded and crossed in front of him. “To be honest, though, I never really thought it was all that real, you know? I just thought it was like meditation and the power of positive thinking. When we fought at that small neighborhood a few days back, it surprised me I could do anything.”
Alex shook his head at her. “You’d done small things before. You should have known magic existed. I mean, how long have you been practicing at the Murky Cauldron?”