Auntie Clare looked at Primcella. “Am I supposed to be somewhere else?” Primcella nodded. “You are the Most High of the Land Where Anything is Possible. Everyone is waiting for you. Does that sound strange?” Primcella watched as Auntie Clare sat up straight and looked ever so much like a Most High. “It would have yesterday, but not today. Let’s go home, before Miss Perfect learns we’ve found her magic.” They walked out the back door with the magic tucked safely in a satchel. Primcella carried Chester and Mrs. Geranium to a door that appeared in the middle of the lot across the street. Primcella knocked and waited for the door to open. “Welcome home, Clare,” Invenet greeted.