2Meanwhile, on Earth in the town of Magic, New Mexico…
At the back of the crowd, Topper stood restlessly scanning the gathering of most of Magic’s best witches around the town’s sacred circle. Instead of praying like so many others were doing, her arms were crossed while her right leg and foot furiously stomped against the hard New Mexico dirt. Waiting had never been her best thing. She preferred action of any sort and was comfortable with the adventure it typically brought.
For reasons she hadn’t been able to take seriously at the time or now, Frost had been insistent about only opening the portal at the appointed time. She wanted to shout “Screw Glacier schedules!” to the four winds and order it done immediately. She was used to being the one who made those decisions, not the one being
