The house exhaled. The lights came back on, warmer than before. And Maggit felt it: a low, humming connection. She could sense Lark's heartbeat, Samir's next thought, Finch's unspoken joy.
Maggit Banbury did not believe in coincidences. She believed in damp envelopes. very secret society of irregular witches
That night, Maggit tried to light a candle. Instead, she accidentally made the entire house hum "Moon River." The walls harmonized. The house exhaled
They were no longer four Irregulars hiding separately. Samir's next thought
The letter arrived on a Tuesday, shoved halfway under her rain-slicked doormat. It had no stamp, no return address, just her name in sprawling, loopy handwriting that seemed to shimmer when she looked at it sideways.
