Back in the attic, bathed in the familiar afternoon light, Finn held the grimoire close. Aethel's magic pulsed faintly within him, a constant reminder of his responsibility. He knew returning to his ordinary life wouldn't be easy. School remained a drag, but now he saw the humor in mundane tasks, a secret smile playing on his lips as he lifted a pencil – a tool that could now, with a flick of his wrist, levitate across the desk (though only when nobody was looking).
One day, a new family moved in next door. A girl, Maya, with eyes that held a spark of curiosity, caught his attention. As they