Veronica woke up with a slight groan when her phone wouldn't stop buzzing with messages. She moved on the bed to reach out to her phone and rose to a sitting position.
She hasn't yet found who dared entered her room and messed with her stuff. She walked in yesterday to find one of her binding ingredient laid wasted on the floor of her room, and she almost went mad. Must be one of those darn wraiths!
How many times has she told them that her closet was an exception to their daily cleaning? Still, they chose to do whatever they want and broke a bottle of a pretty expensive spell that takes months if not years to make.
