Tristan woke up groaning softly. He smiled when he saw Aria sleeping in his arms; however, his smile quickly changed to a frown when he sensed magic in the air again.
When he first came home last night, he had perceived it, but Aria was not a witch, so where was the magic coming from?
Tristan got up from the bed and wore his trousers. He slowly left the room, making sure not to wake Aria.
Getting to the living room, the smell of magic became stronger, and Tristan found himself going to the kitchen.
He began opening all the cabinets in the kitchen, and as he attempted to open the last one, he realized that it was locked.
"Aperire," Tristan whispered, and this time the locked cabin opened.