Nov. 24th, 2015 at 11:11 PM
Type: Journal
Date: November 24, before dinner
I've never been happier to do spells in my life. I don't know why, but when my magic was gone I just kept falling over my own feet. I almost sprained my wrist playing my violin.
(Private to Fawn)
I hadn't even thought about what to do for Thanksgiving, had you? I haven't heard a peep from mother and father, so I'm guessing we don't have an invite to their house. We could stay here, or we could go home. Honestly, I'd like to lay next to you in my real bed.
Date: November 24, before dinner
I've never been happier to do spells in my life. I don't know why, but when my magic was gone I just kept falling over my own feet. I almost sprained my wrist playing my violin.
(Private to Fawn)
I hadn't even thought about what to do for Thanksgiving, had you? I haven't heard a peep from mother and father, so I'm guessing we don't have an invite to their house. We could stay here, or we could go home. Honestly, I'd like to lay next to you in my real bed.