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-Agatha's POV-
“You really do look happy, Agatha.” Penny repeats herself, smiling uncontrollably. I blush, looking to the floor for a brief moment, hoping to hide my glow through the computer’s camera. Me and Penny skype on a regular basis now. She’s my window to the world of magicians. In truth, I am happy. Happier than I ever was at Watford.
Living with the Normals in California wasn’t as bad as I expected. I thought that such a magickal isolation would eventually drive me insane, but it was peaceful, in a way.
A lightbulb goes off in Penelope’s brain. “Crowley, I forgot! Sorry Agatha, I’ll be right back.” she says, getting up, leaving the computer sitting on the kitchen table. I look around the brief view of her and Simon’s apartment.
Suddenly, the front door handle twists and clicks as someone opens the door from the other side. The door swings open and I have the perfect angle to see who it is.
Oh my god.