“Um, Liz, can I ask you something?”

Liz looked up at me as she picked up a couple of books off the floor. “Sure, what is it?”

“Do you believe in. . .” I trailed off. Really? What a stupid way to insinuate that I’m a witch.

“Believe in what?” she asked as she put the books on the bookshelf.

“Magic.”

She spun around and stared at me with raised eyebrows. “W-what?” she stammered and chuckled. “Are you like. . . joking? Or do you ...