I walked back into my studio apartment and thought what? I never actually thought “magic” was real. But I’ve always wondered that maybe it was.

I went to bed that night thinking about the school and if it was real or just some cruel joke one of my alcoholic neighbors was pulling on me. ‘I really want it to be real but its probably not. Anything I ever want never happens.’

The next morning I woke to a knock on my door. I got up as my doorknob slowly started turning. I stared at the red headed, 6 foot tall man. I knew I looked like a mess, but what did he expect? I just rolled out of bed and it was 6:30 in the morning.

“What the f*** are you doing!! Get out!”

“You received the letter, right? We were expecting you to show last night.”

I stared at him with complete bewilderment.

Chuckling I responded “I didn’t think it was real.”

“Why not?”

“Because who believes in magic anymore?”

I could’ve sworn I saw a little sadness in his eyes.

“While that’s true, we know that you believe in it and that is why we sent you the invitation, so please, Rose Wyatt, come with me.”

Should I do it?