“Hermione, how do my mother and Miss Hazel know each other?”
Hermione perches on the edge of the bed.
“Your mom grew up with Miss Hazel. They were once members of the same coven, they go really far back – Miss Hazel knew you when you were a baby, she helped your mother with the spell that bound your magic.”
“And when we left them downstairs, were they talking about school plans for tomorrow?”
Before Hermione can answer there is a knock at the door – it’s Morgan.
“One second!” Hermione calls out.
“Are you ok for me to let them in?” She whispers and looks down at my exposed thighs – booty shorts, got to love them.
I give her a look as if she’s a bit of a prude, besides it’s probably just my mom.
“Come in.” I call back and Morgan enters the room. His eyes slowly caress every inch of my exposed skin from my bare toes, all the way up to the hem of my tshirt – which happens to be not much longer than my shorts. He takes a seat on the chaise lounge in the corner of the room.
“Anyway, I was about to say that the high school is protected by a spell. You can’t be hurt while you’re there, as long as you don’t step off school grounds.”
“Good to know.”