Samika's POV
I take my time chewing the meat, lost in my thoughts. It's usually Devon and I at the dining table everyday. Sometimes my dad. But today we are crowded here. Devon, me, dad, the witch who I still have a hard time believing that she is my aunt, Arnold and Ivy.
Ivy was awestruck earlier when she was shown how to use an Oven. She called it fake a hundred times before using it on her own. She called it fake one more time before digging into the food she cooked through the microwave. We are having a pizza at that thought. And baked chicken wings. I prefer fried ones though.
I glanced at the one with my eyes and found that she's already looking at me. In a shocking turn of events, she told me her magic didn't work the right way the day Devon killed my mom.
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