A Dorm Room Summoning Chapter Eleven (2/2) Mag nodded and set her cup down on the table. Her fingers played along the grooves in the wood grain, worn rough from years of use. Their parents had probably used these same tables, thick, dark wood stained with decades of coffee and ink. She reached across the table to shuffle the haphazard pile of papers into some semblance of organization. Mag watched him with those pale blue eyes of hers, face solemn and a little sad. He didn’t intrude on the... read more
