“You forgot your spellbook when you moved out.”

“Oh, it’s okay, I can’t really use it at college… And I don’t have time to practice my skills…”

“Just take it, dear. If you want to become a powerful witch, you’ll need it.”

*sigh*

Olive’s getting mellow. Back in the old days, she would have probably impaled the cafeteria worker with the spellbook stand to make a point.

Nervous can’t help but feel a bit aloof. He never had any family, he never had anyone that care for him, except for Circe… maybe. He isn’t too sure about that, now… But he knew what was expected of him, what he was supposed to do. Now? Suddenly, he’s free to go anywhere, free to do whatever he likes… but what does he want to do with his life?