EMILY
I should have heeded Aunt Lena's warning about forgetting the strange envelope Grace left with me and the entire visit in general. I knew it wouldn't be a cakewalk, but I could've at least tried to shove those thoughts aside, regardless of how stubborn they were. But no, I just had to go with that inner voice, which let's face it, isn't exactly known for doling out great advice.
"What the heck is happening here?" I muttered to myself, my words hanging in the air long after they left my lips. "Where the bloomin' hell am I?“
Let me set the scene for you: I'm carefully casting the internal connector when I'm hit with a wave of energy that's so intense, it gives me the heebie-jeebies. I try not to panic too much— the spell book didn't mention anything about post-spell feelings, so I a
