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"A family spell," Finch wrote in the air. His handwriting shimmered gold.

"What if we're not dangerous? What if we're just... different? And what if different, together, becomes something they can't control?"

Samir snorted. "They're never wrong. They have committees." very secret society of irregular witches

"A what?"

Below that, a single coordinate and a date. "A family spell," Finch wrote in the air

Lark started crying into her scone dough. "That's the problem," she whispered. "When we're happy together, the magic gets beautiful. And beautiful is the easiest thing to destroy." They came three days later. Not in black cloaks or dramatic lightning. Enforcer Indira Voss arrived in sensible shoes and a cardigan, carrying a clipboard and a smile that didn't reach her eyes.

"How often?"

The house exhaled. The lights came back on, warmer than before. And Maggit felt it: a low, humming connection. She could sense Lark's heartbeat, Samir's next thought, Finch's unspoken joy.