From the journal entries of Desmond McGee:

It started with a phone call in the middle of the night. Charlotte has since forbidden me from answering the phone in the middle of the night. “No call at 3am is ever good news, Des. Best face whatever it is after a good night’s sleep.”

Then again, if I hadn’t answered the phone on this night, my beautiful wife, my darlin’ CherryPop and I would all be dead.

It was Liam calling from down the pub to warn us to get out of the house. He had overheard some chatter amongst the lesser wizards who frequent that pub that something big was about to go down. Something involving my little Popsicle.

He told us to get up, get CherryPop and get out. He’d meet us at the car in a few minutes.

We never made it to the car.

As soon as Charlotte and I stepped outside our bedroom we were both knocked to the floor. There was a surprised-looking wizard just outside CherryPop’s door. The magic whallop he sent our way was not a killing blast.

Charlotte stood and began to power up.