“When once the night held secrets naught for ears of mortal kind. And once the day held light and happiness aplenty for the world. Take me there, and there I stand, with the one I please.â€? Kendra picked up a flask of cloud and poured it into the cauldron. The spell was a little old for her taste but she was desperate. This would finally get Mark to notice her. She couldn’t find a spell to get Mark exactly but the spell said ‘with the one I please.’ That had to mean Mark. She’d been crushing on him for a year. A little Newt’s foot and thirteen stirs clockwise and it’d be ready. Being a witch was amazing sometimes. She’d had to search for a while to find just the right spell but it’d be worth it. It had to be. She finally put her ladle to rest on the table. This was it. She took a little flask and carefully scooped some of the potion out of the cauldron. It tasted like honey.

She found herself in a place where you knew everything was perfect. “Kendra?” That wasn’t Mark’s voice…

“Scott!?”