“Thank God you’re okay!” Nila said, wrapping her arms around Frederica. “I knew you’d kick that dragon’s ass.”
Magh approached tentatively, staring at the ground.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “I… I should have stopped the spell. I shouldn’t have left you behind.”
“Hey, don’t worry about it,” Frederica said. “You did what you had to do. And anyway, you made it right in the end. You came and got me.”
“Actually, that was me,” Carmen said.
Frederica rolled her eyes and disentangled from Nila.
“You know what I mean,” she said, and ruffled Magh’s hair. “We’re good. Seriously.”
Magh smiled faintly and fixed her hair. Carmen cleared her throat.
“Anyway, I have a bottle of wine waiting for me at home, so I’ll take my leave,” she said, and handed Magh a business card. “If you decide you’d like to continue your magic training, give me a call. I haven’t taken on a new apprentice in centuries.”
Magh swallowed hard and nodded. Carmen made a more familiar gesture with her hand and another vortex appeared in front of her. She stepped through and the portal vanished behind her.
As Frederica turned to her friends, her phone started buzzing uncontrollably in her pocket with a flood of missed messages and notifications. She skimmed for anything urgent and then turned her phone off. She looked up.
“You know what I want to do right now?” she asked.
“Netflix?” Nila replied.
“You read my mind,” Frederica said.