“Serves you right, you turd,” Veronica yelled at him. We turned and ran, his yelling about witches and cops following us up the street.
“Magic has its uses,” Veronica said.
I had to agree. It was a crazy new life in which I’d found myself, but I already loved it. And soon, I’d really learn what I could do when I tried to control it. My time of hiding in closets was finished.