No little girl dreams of becoming a necromancer.
Though they had only just met, Perrie appreciated the fact that Harper instinctively knew not to force her to talk about what had happened. Harper simply got behind the wheel of her mother's lime green Volkswagen Beetle and drove with no destination in mind, taking them through mile after mile of rolling green farmlands and meadows. Perrie rolled down the window and stuck her hand out it, taking a small comfort from the way the wind raced through her splayed fingers. Up above, the sun played hide'n' seek from behind large, marshmallow clouds. It seemed strange that everything around Perrie was so peaceful while her thoughts warred inside of her. She didn't know which was more surprising: the fact that magic was real or that her mother had lied to her from the moment she was born.
"It's not even a cool power."
"Hmm?" Harper glanced at Perrie before returning her gaze forward.
"If your mother is going to keep your magic hidden from you for fifteen years, you should at least get a fun power out of the whole thing."
"Necromancy wasn't what you had in mind?"
"Uh, no, it most definitely was not. I don't know about you, but I never dreamed of one day being able to raise a zombie horde."
Harper laughed. "I think you might be underestimating the ability to summon zombies at will. Want to get out of painful small talk? Raise the undead. Stuck on a horrible date? Call in zombie reinforcements. I hear it's a real mood killer."
"You did not just say that," Perrie said with a snort of delight.
"Hey, I'm just saying, magic isn't all bad."
"I don't even know if I can summon zombies. So far, all I've done is accidentally bring my dead great-aunt back to life, and I have no idea where she is." Perrie turned to face Harper. "So, what's your power?"
"You're a witch, right? Abbigail can levitate, and I can bring people back from the dead. What's your deal? Or doesn't it work that way?"
Harper used her index finger to push her glasses up the bridge of her nose, not taking her eyes off the road. "Oh, no, that's the way it works. I ah...um...it's kind of embarrassing."
"Whatever your power is, it can't be worse than necromancy."
"I don't have one."
"Oh. Is that normal?"
Harper's hands clenched the steering wheel even more tightly. "My mom says I'm a late bloomer. She's been saying that for five years straight now."
"It's not like there's anything I can do about it." She did her best imitation of a shrug, but Perrie saw the longing in her eyes. "I can still make potions, but I have to be patient and wait for my active power to well activate."
"I feel like such a jerk for complaining about having a power when you want one. How could you stand to listen to me?"
"You have every right to be upset. Your entire world view just got turned upside down. I've known I'm a witch since I was a kid, and you found out a half hour ago. The least I can do is cut you some slack."
"You are so understanding. Are you sure we're related?"
Harper took her eyes off the road to meet Perrie's gaze and flash her a grin. "I've often been told I'm a total Hufflepuff."
"Yes! I am such a Harry Potter nerd too. Now, if my mother had told me I was going to Hogwarts to learn magic instead of taking me to River's End to learn how to bring dead bodies back to life , I would so be on board for that."