FREYA
Several piles of gifts and cards lay before the door with the “Ice Witch” scribble all over it.
Seriously? I thought we were done with all that…
I bend down and open one card, read a note in very beautiful masculine handwriting: “I applaud to your courage and sense of humour, my lady. If you are still looking for a partner for the Autumnal Equinox Ball, then I am humbly asking you to consider me. No rubies – that’s a promise. Just nice company. Lark Duval, 4th Year fire mage from the Experimental Magic Department.”
Huh. My first normal invitation. Or so it seems. I check a few more envelopes and they are of similar content. “No rubies” repeats from letter to letter just as if we were back in my world and it’s a new hot hashtag.
“I hope you are happy now!” I hear a viperous
