Willow rushes over to me and hugs me, almost knocking me down.
“I’m so glad you’re ok! But, today we have something more important to discuss – you get to rename the coven! Any idea what you want to call us?” Willow squeals.
I hold up my hand, close my eyes, meditate on a name for a second and pause for effect.
“Ok. One of my ancestors told me that the very first Reine Des Sorts coven was called Eastern Star. I like the sound of it, so how about Eastern Star? I mean, I know we’re on the West coast but…”
Hermione cuts me off, “… but you’re our Eastern Star! I think it’s perfect.” She hugs me.
“Ok! So, could we get rid of the pink clothes for college – but keep the lipgloss. Fair trade?” I ask.
“Yes!” Hermione and Willow say in unison, kiss me on each cheek, wave to Morgan and rush out to tell everyone else.