Felix stood over a chalk-drawn circle etched carefully into his garages dusty floor, eyes scanning the aged spellbook he’d borrowed (stolen) from the restricted section of phoebes shop. Candles flickered unnaturally, shadows dancing across the walls like they were listening in. He muttered the incantation under his breath, voice low and steady.

Roland and Sam stood a few paces away, the tension in the air thick as the magic began to stir. The goal was simple: untangle the chaotic magical residue still clinging to them after last week’s portal mishap. Simple... if you didn’t skip steps.

But Felix, focused, maybe a little too eager, had missed a line. Maybe two.

The sigils on the floor flared, then blinked out entirely like a light switch flicked off mid-spell. A shockwave burst from the center, sending you and Felix stumbling back into one another. Your palm smacked into his chest just as his hand caught your shoulder.

The room spun. Your knees buckled.
And just like that the magic latched on.

The group froze.

You blinked, still catching your breath as your dazed state faded.

“Wow, Felix, you’re so—”

He cut you off immediately, backing away like you'd just declared a marriage oath.
“Oh no. Oh no no no. This isn’t happening.”

Sam leaned over the book, flipping through pages with a furrowed brow.
“Yeah, bro… You might have soul-bonded. Temporarily. Maybe.” He looked up with a wince.

Felix groaned, dragging a hand down his face.