Luke Dawson was trying to convince me that there's a party inside Austin's cupboard.
And this is why magic never dies.
"You've lost it. I always knew this day would come, and I am here to help," I told him, generously offering my services.
All I had to do was call in the men with white coats.
Luke shook his head, not entertaining me. "Just get in."
I stared at him like he was crazy, "No! And I mean.... NO. You're not going to lock me into a f*cking cupboard. It's the most childish bully move." We nerds know how this game is played. It ain't my first rodeo.
"I'm not locking you in a cupboard, Millie," Luke sighed in disbelief that we were having this conversation, but I was already off on my own tangent.
"Give me a stick and call me Harry Potter!" I waved my hand in the air and prono
