Peter’s eyes widen. “You’re jesting?” He holds out a hand, turning it this way and that, unable to tell a difference from his previous state.
Giggling, Sarah sways a bit. “No, I’m not jesting. I don’t know what you did, but it worked.” She shrugs. “Or maybe the spell wore off?” Wrapping her arms around herself, she stares into his eyes.
Peter shakes his head. “No, the book says for it to stop, I have to make a gesture or something.” He waves his hands around, crossing his arms.
Sarah shrugs a shoulder to her chin. “Oh, well, maybe you did that then?” She shrugs both shoulders, shaking her head.
Footsteps approach.
On instinct, Sarah lowers her head, taking a place along the wall.
Peter gives her one last glance before going inside.
Sarah lets out a soft sigh, glancing around as the
