The Party: Before Twelve | Evie, Barclay, and Open
Evie couldn't help but burst out laughing at the human flashlight comment. "Okay, okay. Point." She sipped at her whiskey. It was strong, cheap tasting, but it was alcohol and that was the important part.
"My brother isn't. He's completely ordinary and human, and no sisters." She shrugged. "My mom is one. Well, she's a witch not a pyromancer. She's a healer, actually." She never really thought about whether other witches were the only ones in their families just because what she had grown up with seemed normal to her.