Iris looked up from her phone as she heard her name. Seeing Penny brought a rush of conflicting feelings: delight at being approached and dread that Kenzie’s theory of an epic love story between the witch and her cousin was true. The former won out, despite her better judgement.
“I’m great, thanks. You look amazing.” And Iris felt under dressed in comparison. It was still just warm enough that she’d been able to throw a chunky cable knit cardigan over her black leggings and crop top. Exposing her midriff in the middle of October had earned her a couple of strange looks, but Iris didn’t plan to venture out beyond the Victory Road and Diagon Alley area. “How are you?” She asked, wondering if she ought to have texted.