Out of Sorts

Mage Jaye was waiting for me at the door when I got home from school. I was shocked to see her there. I was hoping she’d be busy doing something else--like gathering frog legs and puppy dog tails for her spells or something. But no… she was sitting on the front porch swing, waiting. 

I was slow to get out of the truck because of it. I just sat there. “Are you waiting for Ben to open the door for you?” Raven asked from the back seat.

“Something like that.” I said.

“Only if I can run off the witch on the porch before I open the door,” Ben replied. I looked at him, wide eyed. I’d never heard him call a mage a witch before, but in this case, it was the nicer of the -itch words he could’ve chosen. “It’ll be all right,” he to