Studmuffin shrugged his little kitty shoulders. "Besides, familiars can't be choosers. And you desperately needed one to adopt you."

"Okay, calm down." Laughing, I slid my hand down his silky black and white fur. "I admit I'm a witch-in-progress, same as I'm an adult-in-progress. But this college application has nothing to do with me being a witch, so why start talking now?"

He sat between my application and my grimoire. "Your grimoire lay next to the application for years on ...