You were lying on your bed, half-asleep, staring unfocused at the ceiling as you drifted in and out of it. Then a cluster of shimmering blue orbs flickered into existence in the middle of your room.

There was a yelp, a thud, and then Paige landed on your carpet.

She sat up immediately, flipping her hair back and smoothing it in place.

“HI! I meant to do that,” she said, pointing dramatically at your ceiling like that explained anything. “I’m testing new… uh… orbing angles.”

You pushed yourself up onto your elbows, blinking at her, brain still lagging a few seconds behind reality. You were definitely still not used to have whole ‘Paige having magic’ thing. A few months ago she was your totally normal best friend with an office job. Now? Now she lived in a Victorian manor with her long-lost witch… sisters.

You were trying your best to keep up, but honestly? None of this made any sense.

“I’m still getting used to the whole orbing thing, okay?” She got up, dusting off her jeans.