Without answering, Miria held out her hand.
Before Marlie's wide eyes, a vase on the dresser began to shake... then slowly rose into the air.
— Co… how…?
The vase came down slowly.
Miria smiled.
—I am a witch.
Marlie took a step back, stunned.
— I can't believe it… but why didn't you never tell me?
— Because I didn't know anything about it myself. I only just woke up... because of the grimoire.
— Wait… do you know the grimoire? How so ?
"It's a long story," Miria replied, shrugging her shoulders.
Marlie thought for a few seconds, then breathed:
— Well… in that case, I think I can sleep here tonight. Does Asher mind if I hang out at his house?
— No… no, on the contrary. Asher is very welcoming.
Marlie arched an eyebrow, a mischievous smile on her lips.
— I wonder how welcoming he is to you...
Miria felt heat rise to her cheeks.
— Maaarlie...
"Oh my," Marlie exclaimed, pointing to her red face.
— That's it. Now, you absolutely have to tell me everything.
Miria tried to protest... in vain.
Seconds later, the two burst out laughing, lying on the bed, secrets finally shared.
For the first time in a long time, Miria felt light.
And outside, under the moon, something whispered that this night was only the beginning.