None of it was mine.
Another alarm on my phone rang signaling I had thirty minutes until class started.
“Shit.” There had to be something comfortable for today at least until I could sort out the mix-up.
My jaw dropped as I pulled out a black, short sleeved maxi dress and a matching set of a cream-colored top and wide legged pants. An assortment of color piled high on my bed. My hands tingled, and I closed my eyes to calm down. My powers could very well light these clothes on fire, and then where would I be?
When the magic inside me settled, I opened my eyes to scan the variety of shorts, sweaters, leggings, two pairs of boots, and one set of black heels.
Then, I noticed the lingerie at the bottom of the bag, and I knew who replaced my clothes. Unbelievable. This wasn’t a magical mix-up. It was planned and carefully executed.
I grabbed my phone and hit Piper’s name. It wasn’t her bedtime yet, but I was sent to voicemail after the first ring.
With swift fingers, I moved on to texting.
ME: Piper, what the hell?!
PIPER: Sorry, no Piper here. Wrong number.
ME: These are not the clothes I packed!
PIPER: Still a wrong number. But if this was said Piper’s phone, she’d tell you that you’re hot and needed out of those old lady clothes.
ME: They were comfortable.
PIPER: I feel like this Piper you wish to talk to would say that the clothes are your way of pushing away the opposite sex. Maybe she wants you to have a fresh start and fresh attire. Witchy core vibes for the new witch.
ME: Piper…
PIPER: I’m sorry, the person you are trying to reach cannot come to the phone.
ME: You must get your theatrics from your father. I’m never like this.
PIPER: Wear the clothes, make the honor roll, don’t blow anything up, and have fun. Enjoy yourself mom. You deserve it. <3
I could be annoyed with not having my comfort clothes with me, but maybe Piper was right. This was a new start all around for me. The clothesdidlook like something I would have worn in my twenties if I didn’t have a toddler in tow. I’m curious where she got them and when she found time to switch mine out.
“Fine.” I huffed and grabbed the softest piece of clothing in the bag. The black maxi dress.
I slid the dress on and realized Piper didn’t pack a normal maxi dress. This one had two slits that went mid-way up my thighs.
Time was running out, and I still needed to find my first class. Resigned to not wasting more time, I grabbed a pair of ankle-high black biker boots, my phone, and a mini backpack with basic school supplies. Then, I left for class.
The walk to Conjuring 101 in room three hundred and twelve took ten minutes. The room was set up with a few potted plants near the windows, long black lab tables, and items that looked like props from a magical movie scene—brooms, goblets, crystal balls, bird cages with nothing in them, cauldrons, and crystals.
Although, I guess if they were in this class, they weren’t props, but the real deal.
There were some tables with empty seats for me to choose, and only a single empty table.
My first big decision of the day… Where to sit?
I wasn’t overly eager to make friends and put myself out there yet. I knew I needed to, but the uncertainty of expectation for how Magic School would be made my tummy flutter.
Sheamus, one of the bearded guys from the dining hall, had an empty seat beside him. He seemed nice enough, might even be a hoot to be around based on the conversation I listened in on.
I took a step forward to take it, but his friend slid into the spot first.
Okay then. Never mind.
