Morgana's mouth dropped open. A door downstairs opened.
Jules, the super, called up through the stairwell, "What's going on up there?"
"Oh! Uh, it's nothing, Mr. Vernon," Morgana called back.
"Just a little spat is all," Kate added—from somewhere.
"Well, take it outside. I don't want to have to replace the wallpaper or light fixtures."
"Sorry, Mr. Vernon. I think it's over now." Morgana glanced around the empty hallway.
"We'll be quiet," Kate answered.
"Good," Jules said, and slammed his door shut.
Morgana crossed her arms and stared at Kate's open door. It didn't move.
Eventually, she whispered, "Where are you, Kate?" Kate faded in.
When she was fully formed, she stood there blowing on her fingernails with a smug look on her face.
"Where did…? How the…?" Morgana, never at a loss for words before, just stared at her student cousin.
