Magnus
My head was killing me as I leaned on Naomi while walking into the house. I had just been broken out of the prison I had been kept in with my friends and father-in-law. The room was spinning, but Naomi kept a tight grip on my hand, and I was able to make it into the study, where we all sat down. I had vaguely heard something about Naomi’s family being witches.
“Magnus,” My mother’s voice calls out, and I look up to see her trotting towards me with Pops right behind her. She takes me into her arms and squeezes me tight. “Oh, my baby boy.”
“Janice, let the boy breathe,” Pops tries to pull my mother back, but she growls at him.
“Don’t tell me not to hug my son, Darryl,” Mom snarls at him. She kisses my cheeks and looks me over before finally releasing me.
Pops smiles at me, “I a
