Chapter 41: Practical Magic
“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 mean like metaphorically?”
“I’m just curious,” I said and shrugged. “What’s your favorite witch movie?” I grabbed a few books off the floor and put them back on the shelf.
“Practical Magic was by far my favorite,” she said and laughed.
“Mine too,” I agreed.
Liz went to reach for the broom, but my hand stopped her. She glanced at me. Her eyebrows knitted in confusion. “Why are you being so weird?”
“What if we didn’t have to clean this mess?” I asked.
“What if a witch did it with magic for us?” she teased.