A swirl of white smoke appeared on the crystal ball, twirling softly inside. It was very faint, yet it could instantly be seen on the previously clear crystal ball. I could feel my mouth falling agape when I saw the slight change, my hand quickly wanting to dart away from the sphere.
Maggie let go of my wrist with a satisfactory grin, confirming that her assumption of me was true. She was happy to see the dumbfounded expression on both my face and Luke's. As I pulled my hand away from the crystal ball, the smoke quickly diminished.
I am a witch.
"See? I didn't tell any lies." Maggie leaned back on her chair, her legs crossed. Despite the fact that I had anticipated this outcome, learning that I was truly a witch still came as a shock. "You're my kin," she smiled.
"But nothing changed when I first touched it! The smoke didn't immediately appear as to what happened when you touched it."
