Molly smirked as she cast her spell, the magic sweeping around Miles, who was passed out in his bed. Molly was an only child growing up, and she never felt connected to anyone as her own witchy powers manifested. Even as a kid, no one believed that she was able to conjure magic. She has always wanted a sibling, a best friend to confide in. And what better type of sister to have then another one who shared that penchant for the occult? Who knows. Perhaps Miles's new form would find some magic of his own.
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Miles awoke the next morning, groggy. It seemed he had forgotten what exactly had happened the previous night. Perhaps he had indeed drank too much. Whatever the case, Miles knew he had to get ready for his day. As he stood up, a strange chill worked down his body. He should probably get dressed first.
Downstairs, Molly smiled. She couldn't wait to see this all begin.