9
When the sun had started to rise, Mom woke me up. Not by shouting this time, but by pounding on the wall.
“I’m up!” I hollered. The words seemed so normal even though I was screaming them through my magical wall. I didn’t bring my door back until I had dressed and packed my school bag. I even put on my coat in case I had to trap Dad and ten henchmen in a spell and make a run for it.
“Pontunda,” I said when I ran out of reasons to linger.
My door rumbled back into existence, and, taking a deep breath, I stepped out into the living room.
“Good God.” Dad sat perched on the edge of the couch, eyes wide with terror as he watched me walk through the newly-formed door.
“Morning, Dad.” I wasn’t really sure which was weirder. My dad knowing I was a wizard, or my dad being in my mom’s apartm
