"Atticus, please tell me you're the actual homeowner of this place?" Frances said as they painted the lines of the spell across Atticus' wooden floor. "Cuz this probably qualifies as vandalism otherwise,"
The living room was almost completely unrecognizable. All of the furniture had been stacked up and pushed against the walls, and the white rug had been rolled up and tucked away somewhere. In the center of the floor, Atticus and Frances were busy drawing out the array and preparing the materials for the spell as Bentley instructed them. Her nose was folded in an old spell book as she lounged comfortably on the only remaining surface left in the entire room: the couch.