CATCHING A WARLOCKONE
I stare into the mirror for a lot longer than I normally would, searching for some kind of hint of fur or whiskers, or whatever new cat-like features my body decides it wants to give me. I'm sure it can think of something new just to take me off guard. At least the tail hasn't returned yet.
"Daphne, are you coming?" Mona shouts through the bathroom door. I'm grateful she hasn't decided to walk in on me, then I'd have even more questions to answer. Though I'm not sure why I haven't told my best friend about this. Out of all the people I know, she has the most experience with backfiring magic. The kittens in her bedroom are proof of that.
"Yes, one second!" I call back. "Please stay away," I whisper to the mirror. I know we technically haven't done anything wrong by
