I flopped onto the couch, feeling relieved that everything was over when I heard the sounds of the devices blowing up. Delia made sure to close the doors afterwards, remembering to make sure the lights wouldn’t turn off as well to make the illusion that we were still inside. I was so glad that the school wasn’t able to replace the club sign, showing that our room belonged to the old music club.
“Seriously Rika?” He turned to me after he finished plastering some spells.
“It wasn’t only my fault this time. Cillian made rain clouds to make things worse!” I shifted some of the blame.
“Don’t tell me you used whirlpool,” he knew the spell I liked to use the most.
“I may have,” I looked away from him.
“But Henry used the water gun!” I argued.
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