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I woke up,a puddle of drool underneath my cheek that I vanished with a swipe of my hand.

“I need to go see the people at the bowling alley!” I shouted. Checking the time, I was relieved to see that it had only been a couple minutes since I’d fallen asleep. Fortunately, I was still fully clothed, but I had tingles all over my body from orgasming. I shook my head with a tiny chuckle. “Who knew that I had that kink?”

I grabbed my mirror and ran out of the room.

CHAPTER20

Once I leftthe school building, it took only a matter of seconds to transport myself to Wellspring via the mirror.

It took longer to find the bowling alley. I hadn’t exactly been paying attention to my surroundings when Aiden had brought me there for our date, and the house looked like every other house in the town.

Fortunately, Jim was bringing in supplies from the ferry and I ran across him in the street.

“Can I help you with those?” I asked him, pointing at the bags he was carrying.

“Thanks.” He squinted at me. “I remember you. Aiden’s girl, right?”

“That’s right.” I accepted one of the bags, which were lighter than they looked. “I have a problem that I hope you can help me with.”

“I’ll do what I can,” Jim replied. He led me behind one of the houses to a back door. “We want the produce to stay their normal size,” he explained. “Only the front door has the shrinking spell on it.”

“So if we enter the house in any other method, we would stay our usual size?”

“Exactly.” He pushed the door open and led me inside. The kitchen was regular sized, for a restaurant kitchen. Jim opened one of the large refrigerators and started filling the shelves. “There’s another spell on that door from the kitchen, but it works much faster than the main door.” He indicated one of the exits.

“Why not cook with the large produce when you’re tiny?” I asked, distracted a moment from my goal.

He chuckled. “We tried that. It doesn’t work as well. The flavors just aren’t there in the same way.”

I nodded thoughtfully.

“So, what can I help you with? A class project?”

“Sort of. I need to understand how the spell on your door works to shrink a person.”

“Ah. I’m afraid we don’t know,” Jim said apologetically. “I inherited this house; it’s been in my family for generations. My father told me that Master Blackthorn, the one who made the school, put the spell on the door.”

My eyebrows rose at the mention of his name. “Did he leave a record somewhere? In case the spell was damaged in any way?”

Jim shrugged. “I’m not sure. You can look through the diaries of my ancestors. There might be something in there. The spell has never wavered, so we never bothered to check.”

“Yes, please,” I said. “I’m in a bit of a hurry. I need to be back before dinner.”

“Right this way.”

He led me out of the kitchen and down a hall. Everly was crocheting on a comfortable looking couch in their living room.

“Hello, dear. What brings you around here at this time?” she asked.

“She’s interested in the shrinking spell on our door,” Jim said, going over to the dark bookcases that lined one wall. He opened the sliding door at the bottom of the first one, squatting down so he could see. “There are several journals from before that time,” he said, gesturing to me to come over. “My ancestors created each journal by hand, working the leather themselves and engraving it with the year.”

“We’d be looking for 1664, or as late as 1666,” I said, crouching down beside him. “These are gorgeous.”

The leather-bound volumes were each several inches thick, similar to my grimoire. I wondered if my ancestors had made it by hand as well.

“Here you go,” Jim said, pulling out a volume that read1650-1700.

I took the heavy book from him. “And you’re sure I’m allowed to read this? It’s your family’s history!”

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