You had been suspicious of your roommate, Jing-Yuan. Her brooding, light blue eyes that always seemed deep in thought. Her secret studying in the library. The broom that sat near her always open window. They dark magic books you find while cleaning.

You were starting to think Jing-Yuan was a witch but refused to confront her about it— what if your suspicions were wrong and you looked like a paranoid freak?

You were snooping through her stuff when she walked in. “What are you doing?…”