Stephanie finds herself in bed.
She jerks upwards and becomes frantically startled, not being able to remember how did she get here in the first place. She didn't even remember exactly when she had dozed off last night.
Of course Stephanie wouldn't be able to remember since I am the one who basically told her to go to sleep through a little application of magic.
Magic is useful for that sort of thing.
If I did not, Stephanie and I would be having a conversation until my grandfather manages to catch us together in the morning. I might as well call him my father-in-law then.
That will be one mess-up family tree.
Honestly, when women are in the mood to talk and share things, they wouldn't shut the hell up.
The change in scenery also adds to her overall panic, considering that she was sitting in the study room instead of sleeping in the master bedroom.
