Leo Is Sketchy

In the morning, I put on a light yellow dress and did my hair up in a bun.

Downstairs I grabbed a piece of toast and peanut butter after turning on the coffee for my mom.

She came into the kitchen, surprised.

"Two days in a row?" She smiled, taking a mug from the cupboard.

"Have you heard of Polonias?" I asked, skipping past the silly pleasantries and getting right to the point.

I could do a spell on her, but after what happened with Gabe the night before, I wasn't in the mood to force someone to tell me the truth.

Her eyes grew large. "Where did you hear that word?"

I decided to be honest. "From Quilla, my fairy godmother."

I went to the refrigerator for some juice.

My mom dropped the coffee mug.

"Thenorus," I whispered. The mug halted its descent just inches from the tile floor.

She took it out of the air and set it on the counter. "I wish you wouldn't do that," she said, seemingly embarrassed by my magic.

I wasn't going to get into it with her, about the fact that I was a