It had all started innocently enough. Fay was standing in a maddeningly slow line at the bookstore, skimming through the first chapter of her new acquisitions, when there had been a blinding flash. As her eyes readjusted, she had caught a glimpse of something ripping hole in the air and malevolent looking blue and purple lightnings reaching out to engulf the teenager in line behind her.

Now she was standing in the middle of something that looked like a overly theatrical summoning circle, the near hysterical teenager collapsed in a sobbing ball at her feet. Fay crossed her arms and glared right back at the assembled wizardry who apparently thought this mess was her fault.