"This feels like déjà vu. Why is that?" James kept his smile even when Fred broke out into sarcasm. "Could it be that the last time you and I had a one on one talk, we were also in this room and you were also deflecting with jokes and non-answers?"
James' fingers stroked the edge of the black piano, tracing the carved design. He listened to her song for a moment before wetting his lips and trying again. "Winifred, the coven here, we're here for each other. You know that, right? You don't have to be alone."