All the kids had gone home, and it was finally the end of the day. Her papers were graded, and honestly, all she wanted was — 𝐒𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐞. and maybe a good meal. And a movie. There’s a light knock on Saige’s classroom door as she arrives there. “Miss Mills?”

Magic—a force for good. A tool for evil. A calming touch. A burning slap. Magic—the lifeforce in her veins. And the moon was calling to her tonight.

Where oh where is her girlfriend—no one knowsssss.

Is she alright?