I got this idea some time ago, and I really love it. I especially love this first chapter of mine. I hope you guys like the characters. :)

At the end of the chapter I will put in some information about the characters. Whoever's POV the chapter is in, you'll learn about that character. You the program OneNote? Well I use that to really get a visual on my characters, but I don't get to share it with anyone. So here's my solution. :) Please review! No flames, though. *prayer hands*

CAITLIN'S POV

I feel like I'm going to either break down crying, or flip him off.

Quite an entrance, huh? Well, I'm Caitlin Novoa, and currently, my father is locking his father into a prison cell.

Grandpa Jacob looks at his son the way a spider looks at fly in its web – and frankly, I don't like it one bit. But I still can't take my eyes off of him.

"I'm sorry, Dad, but it's–no, to be honest, I'm not all that sorry," Dad says, slamming the cell door. He doesn't grin or smirk or anything, but just hearing him say that makes me feel a bit better.

My Grandpa Jacob is not a good man. He's ruthless and sent his son to America to fulfill the Last Light plan all by himself – almost costing Dad Mom. And here he is, getting locked in a magical prison, yet he doesn't seem that upset about it. And that, in blazes, is why I don't feel so good. If Grandpa Jacob can be fine through something that's life-changing, it can't mean anything good.

He's looking at us like we've lost.

"Oh son, then don't think I'm sorry either," Grandpa Jacob tells Dad, and it kind of makes me want to punch him. Lucky for him, he's behind that magic door, and I don't have the energy to break in after three months hunting him down in Australia. I hate that stupid locator spell. For some reason, it doesn't work for me or for Maddie Rueda.

"Are you sorry, Caitlin, dear?" He's called me 'Caitlin dear' since I was born. He'd seen me on rare occasions, but ever since I was seven, and knew the truth about him, he only said it more. Every time it stung. Everything he's ever told me was a lie.

I keep my eyes trained on the floor for a second, then look up at my only grandfather who knows of magic and spit, "I'm sorry you suck."

Grandpa Jacob lets out a laugh, but before he can bring up anymore childhood memories, I take a step forward. I feel Dad's hand go to my back, reminding me not to go too close. When magical beings are detained in a magical prison, their powers aren't supposed to work. But my grandpa's always been an exception to any rule he's ever met.

"I'm sorry that you turned your back on everything you knew when you were twenty-three. I'm sorry that you let your own parents die. I'm sorry that you're a soulless, cold, deceiving old wizard who's lost all of his family because of his love of power." I stare into his eyes, searching for any sign of regret. There isn't any that I can tell. "I'm sorry you can't be a better a grandfather."

If he's feeling any emotion right now, it's wiped from his face when he gazes back at me and says, "Stay strong, Caitlin. You'll need to be to survive in this world."

Now I'm not gonna lie: the fact that he didn't say 'Caitlin dear' kind of scares me. But I just take a step back and lean into my dad. He wraps one arm around me and replies to Grandpa Jacob with, "Goodbye, Dad."

He lets go of me and we prepare to tele-transport out of there. But when we try, we're still in the magical prison. "What…" Dad mumbles, whacking his hand against his leg.

"Dad, I don't think that's going to help," I whisper, glancing down at our feet.

"Caitlin," he warns, and I shut up. I close my eyes and concentrate. Maybe I said the spell wrong. My spells usually work best when I relate it to someone I know.

I try again:

"Like Autumn Rueda

Searching for a comb

Let's stop the madness

And send me back home."

I point at myself and snap, but still, nothing happens. "What the heck?" I say aloud, kicking up dust into the air. I know I said the spell right that time.

Grandpa Jacob chuckles, and applauds us with a roaring slow clap of wonder. Note the sarcasm. "Jax, you do remember what I taught you about magical prisons when you were six, right?"

Dad throws his arms up and yells, "Does it LOOK like I remember?!"

I glance over at Grandpa and off the top of my head recite, "'A magical prison prevents all magical forces from functioning, whether inside a cell or otherwise'." I blink and shake my head, then look at Grandpa again. "How'd you do that?"

Dad's rubbing his temples. "The rest of this prison is full of humans…We can't tele-transport outside, either."

I press my hands up against the magic door and scream, "How did you do that!"

Grandpa Jacob takes a step back and holds up his palms. "I didn't do anything, dear granddaughter. You did that yourself."

I shake my head. "No, no I didn't!"

Dad pulls me back from the door and holds me still. "Caitlin, don't get too clos–"

"He got in my head, Dad! That wasn't m–"

I'm screeching now, and a guard comes rushing in. He holds up a baton and swings, narrowly missing an antique statue of a former Chosen One. Dad and I whip our heads around and watch the man, who walks straight to Grandpa Jacob and smacks the door. "What'd you do, Novoa?" he demands, kicking the door.

Dad shoves the guard's back and waits for him to turn around. "How do we get out of here?"

The guard puts his baton away and puts his hands on his hips. "Where do you need to go?"

"Miami," I say, running a hand through my hair.

He puts a hand to his face, but tells us, "Go out that door, take a left and follow the stairs down to level two. From there, you take the fifth right, hang a left, then straight out the front doors."

"And then what?" Dad asks, waiting for more.

The guard looks at us like we're idiots. "Then you fly back to America."

Dad moans. "Fly? Come on, Caitlin. Let's go home."

He starts toward the door, but I look at the guard and ask, "Isn't there some place we can tele-transport there?"

"Not unless you want to expose the magic realm." He thinks for a second, then kicks the magic door again, shaking up my grandpa some more. "You don't, do you?"

"But that flight's, like, fourteen hours," I explain, walking towards the guy. "I've already missed three months of school, and I really don't want to go on that long plane ride."

Dad grabs my wrist and tries to take me out the door. "Caitlin, let's just go."

I shake free and wait for the man's response. All he does is cross his arms and tell me, "In a magic prison, no magic forces work ANYWHERE, not just in a ce–"

I roll my eyes and cut him off. "Yeah, yeah, it's in my head." I glance at my grandfather as I say this, but when he waves at me in a friendly manner, I've had enough.

I spin on my heel and exit the room before my dad.

On the plane, just a mere three hours later…

I'm tapping my fingernails on the window, trying to recite the alphabet backwards in my head. That's how bored I am.

"Cait," Dad pokes my leg, nodding to a woman across the aisle from us. "Can you switch seats with me? That lady keeps eyeing me up," he whispers.

I roll my eyes, but maneuver around until he has the window seat and I'm stuck in the aisle. I close my eyes and try to imagine myself in my bed at home for a second, but after that fails, I stand and reach into the compartment above my head, taking my earbuds out of my purse. As I'm closing the compartment, I realize that everyone around me is watching. I glance at them, and dangle my earbuds in the air. Sometimes people just bother me.

Once I make myself comfortable again, and hear enough of Dad's conversation with Mom over the phone to know that she and Dustin aren't worried, I sink down low in my seat and rest my knees against the seat in front of me. Plugging my earbuds into my phone, I go to the Iridium High blog app and open it, sighing.

Since I've been gone three months, as Grandpa Jacob is apparently a VERY good hider, I might as well take these fourteen hours of boring and catch up on what's happened in school so far.

Most of the articles don't interest me, and I only read the ones that Erin Rueda actually had to write – there's a significant difference from most of them, and that is the fact that you can tell she's not into this at all.

Erin is the only daughter of Gigi Rueda and Sebastian (I think Mom mentioned his last name once, but I know he was Gigi's camera guy in high school), therefore, expected to be Iridium High's current vlogger; better known as the annoying gossip column.

The only thing is, she doesn't care about that stuff. Of course, she's also convinced that's all her mom cares about, so Autumn Rueda (Maddie and Diego Rueda's daughter, who's a Kanay-witch) made a clone of her specifically for vlogging purposes. But like anything else in this great world, that doesn't work every time, and she does end up doing some of the vlogging/blogging herself.

I almost snort when I read this one line she wrote about the Sharks: Reese Miller may be on the ball twenty-four seven, but he's not fast enough to out swim Gia Van Pelt – records say his fastest swim is five minutes and twenty seconds, while Gia's is exactly seventy-eight seconds. Reese claims there was pizza on the other side of the pool, hence it being unfair, but he's just butthurt Gia has better abs than him.

I love Reese to death, just like anyone else, but in all honesty, he's just a beanstalk who can freeze and/or set people on fire in an instant. Not really swimmer material.

That's right. He got his mother Mia's Kanay gene, but he doesn't generally use it. I don't understand that at all, but then again, I don't have to. My powers aren't going anywhere, so I won't have to worry about living that lifestyle.

A flight attendant starts with the regular speech, about how we're about to be taking off, and everything needs to be set to Airplane Mode, blah blah blah blah blah…

I groan and swipe upward, when I get a notification. It's a text from Dustin.

Hey sis, did you take off yet? Well if you don't get this, then I guess I'll know. XD Mom & I miss you and Dad, and I'll fill you in on everything when you get home.

Another flight attendant goes by me, and must have been creeping on my phone, because she bends down and tells me, "Miss, you need to turn your phone onto Airplane Mode."

"I know, that's what I'm doing ri–" I start, but I get another notification.

Oh, but one thing: Reese and Seth are at the center of attention rn cuz–

"Miss–"

"Alright, already," I hiss, switching to Airplane Mode and straightening up in my chair. I fake smile at the lady until she goes away, then sigh.

Whatever reason Reese and Seth Miller are at the center of attention could wait until I got off the plane, I guess.

I glance around at my fellow passengers, and sidle down low into my seat, ready to fall asleep. And I could, if five women weren't turning around in their seats to stare at my Dad.

"He's married!" I exclaim, glaring at them. They frown and sit back down.

As soon as Dad and I step up to the front porch of our house, I instantly feel better.

After we got off the plane, we had to frantically search for an abandoned alley in Miami. Not only did we look like two lost foreigners, but at least three people offered their money to us. Dad actually took some, but he's always been interesting. Once we found an alley, we walked for ten minutes, then tele-transported back home.

By the time we actually got to our front porch, I looked disgusting.

"Oh my gosh, I look like a hobo," I groan, wiping my pants off, my lip curled up.

Dad nods slightly. "It's been a long time. But at least you can't see what your hair looks like right now."

My hands fly to my hair.

He chuckles, patting my back. "Calm down, kiddo, that's an easy fix." He's still laughing as he puts the key into the door and turns it.

We step inside, and I drop to the floor to rip off the sneakers I've been wearing for three months. Even your favorite shoes get to be a bother after you wear them too long.

Mom hears us and calls, "Jax?" I hear her sandals slapping against the floor until she reaches the hallway, a huge grin spreading from ear to ear. "Jax!" She runs to her husband and he wraps his arms around her, lifting her up and spinning her around.

I roll my eyes. "Mom."

Dad puts her down and she gasps. "Caitlin, ah, you look older!" She squeezes me and I squeeze back.

"I've missed you," I barely breathe.

Mom lets me go and holds my shoulders, her eyes running over me quickly. "Oh gosh, just seeing you like this makes me feel like a terrible mother."

"Do I really look that bad?!"

Mom takes a step back and forces a smile, shaking her head. She says, "No, of course not," the same time Dad says, "Absolutely."

"Jax!" she scolds him, slapping his chest.

He throws up his hands. "Hey, it's better she knows before she runs off and sees her friends."

"I'm too tired, anyway," I mumble, leaning my hip against the back of the couch and running a hand through my hair. "Where's Dustin?"

Mom shrugs. "I have no idea. I thought he was scrapbooking…"

I can tell she really wants to talk to Dad, and it's just as well, because all I want to do is check in with Dustin and go to sleep for a few years.

I walk down the hallway, going to his bedroom. He's not there. Sighing, I leave and fall into my open door. I glance around, but Dustin's nowhere to be found. Moaning, I flop onto my bed and just breathe for a few seconds. It feels nice and reminds me that it's over. Grandpa Jacob is taken care of, and I can stop searching now.

The only reason Dustin and Mom didn't come with us is because, A) Mom didn't really want to deal with that, as she's generally a pretty sweet person and just thinking about her father-in-law changes her whole demeanor, and B) my dad took Dustin to Australia when he was seven and I was too young, staying home with Mom. I'm not complaining, but I don't know. It would have been nice to be in Australia with my family. Maybe we could have pretended we were on vacation at one point.

I'm about to drift off to sleep when I hear, "Someone's tired," from behind me.

I shriek and do a 180 on my bed, eventually facing my brother. My frown turns into a smirk as I cast a spell to make horns appear on his head. I laugh, letting my head back down onto my bed.

Dustin's eyebrows crinkle. "What?" He tries to look up and fails, so he turns to the wall mirror behind him. I hear him groan, and that's when I close my eyes.

"Very funny, sis, very funny."

"Thank you," I grin, trying to make myself comfortable. I lay my arms on top of my stomach to keep myself warm, as I'm too lazy to climb under the covers.

"How was the douchebag?" he asks, and I don't even have to think about what he means.

"Locked up. I don't ever want to see him again."

Dustin sighs, taking a seat on my bed. "I get how you feel. You know how he used to ruffle my hair? When you were, like, four?"

I position myself so I can lean on my arm, and nod my head.

"When I first found out about him, I told Mom I felt like the Devil was within me."

I laugh. "Really? What'd she say?"

He shrugs, folding his hands in his lap. "I don't know – something along the lines of 'that's not far off', I think."

I lift one corner of my mouth up. "She's right."

He nods, and I can tell that, like me, even though he hates Grandpa Jacob, the pain is still there. "Um…Did you get my texts yesterday?"

I shut my eyes. "Shit, I forgot. The flight attendant was right there, and she wasn't leaving me alone an–"

"Whoa, Cait, it's cool," he tells me, holding out his hands in a 'stop' motion. "I can just tell you now anyway."

I push my body upward to look at him better. "Tell me what?"

"Well, Seth is, like, the heartthrob of Iridium right now."

I stare. "Hasn't he always had a harem anyway?"

He stares back at me. "Hi, I'm Dustin. I'm straight and do not choose to watch how other people obsessively fawn over the fellow males."

I smile. "Not what I meant."

"Yeah, I gotcha. But Erin – well, Erin's clone – has been going crazy over him, and he didn't even change anything about himself. I mean, is this a girl thing, or do I just not get it?"

"I don't know. Do you have a recent picture of him?"

Dustin takes out his phone and shows me the two of them taking a selfie together in the boys' restroom.

I smile. I really want to ask why. Instead, I shake my head and say, "His hair looks better, his smile is more infectious, and, in guy terms, he's hot."

Dustin sticks a finger into his mouth. "Gross."

"Oh, but Nevaeh's not gross, now is she?" I grin, catching him off guard. Nevaeh Johnson, Sophie Johnson and Beau the lizard's daughter, has this . . . thing going on with my brother. I don't want to explain it as a fling, but there's not many other words to describe what they have.

His goofy smile is all I need to see to prove my point. "That's different."

"If you won't admit it get out," I joke, pointing to the door.

"Cait–"

I stand and push him toward the door. "Nope, I'm tired. Leave."

"Wait, I haven't told you about Reese!"

"Bye!" I throw him out and shut the door, leaning against it and sighing.

Suddenly I feel a lot like my mother in some way.

When I get to my locker the next day at school (for the first time in THREE MONTHS), I hear snoring. I hold up my left hand and undo my lock with the other, ready in case there's a–

Gia in my locker.

Honestly, I'm not even surprised. I let my hand drop to my side, grabbing her arms and tearing her out of my locker. She doesn't even wake up until she's standing. "Gia!" I yell.

I can tell she's just now coming out of her sleeping state. "Hi Caitlin." She lets her eyes adjust. "Caitlin!" Gia wraps her arms around my neck, nearly throttling me.

"Hey girl!" I exclaim, grabbing her waist and trying to push her farther away from me.

She giggles, letting go and fluffing out her hair. "I've missed you! Oh my gosh!" Her eyes light up as she leans in and whispers, "How's your grandfather?"

I pull back and tell her, "It's taken care of."

Either my eyes glassed over or she just knows me too well, because Gia wasn't having that. "Uh-huh. Well, I'm here if you need me."

She doesn't even understand how much that means to me.

We start toward the office, which is where I need to go as school started while I was gone. As we fall into step with each other, I ask, "So you wanna tell me why you were in my locker?"

I laugh with her. One of the many things I love about Gia is that she's always happy. Her eyes are always full of joy. "Oh! Yesterday, Autumn, Erin, and I were messing around with A's magic and, uh…she accidentally put me in your locker and didn't notice."

I cover my mouth. "How does she not notice that?"

"I don't know. The Maddie gene?" she jokes and we giggle. All of us love Maddie, but she can be a little dimwitted.

"Sounds possible."

Just then I note that Reese just came down this hallway. "Hey, Reese!" I say, guiding Gia along with me to the oldest Miller son. "What's up?"

He looks down at me and grins. "Not you. You still haven't grown, young lady. Shouldn't three months be enough?"

I smirk, and punch him in the shoulder. "Oh, so you did know I was gone, ya big dummy."

Reese pulls me into a hug and breathes. "We all did. I hope everything's okay."

Okay, first off, my face is literally buried in his chest and he can't have any way of knowing what my expression is. Either Gia gave me away or he just realizes that I probably don't want to talk about this. But by this point, I'm kind of done with lying so much.

He releases me and takes a step back, acknowledging his error. "Oh wow, Cait, I'm sorry. I wasn't thinkin–"

"No, no, it's fine, I…" And I'm kind of done with pretending like everything is cool already. "So, how are the Sharks?"

Reese presses his lips together and puts a hand on my shoulder. "I'm sorry." Then he rushes past us.

I'm staring after. "What the hell was that?"

Gia inches closer to me. "Uh, yeah. Reese kind of–"

"CAITLIN NOVOA, PLEASE REPORT DIRECTLY TO THE OFFICE. CAITLIN NOVOA, TO THE OFFICE," my other grandfather, Francisco Alonso, calls over the intercom.

I look at Gia, and as soon as we lock eyes we burst out laughing. "You better get to that office," she tells me, arms wrapped around her stomach.

I nod, giving her a thumbs up. "Hope we have classes!" I yell, running toward the office.

"Same!"

I fling open the office door to see a strict man staring at me, in my only likable grandpa-principal's desk chair.

"Um, I'm sorry. I," I stutter, pointing my thumb to the door behind me. "I was…You're not Principal Alonso." Why is it that the first thing you say is so obvious? Why?

The man, eyebrows bushy and hands clasped tightly on the desk, cracks a smile. "I know. But I like your grandpa a LOT, missy. A lot."

I draw my eyebrows together, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable. "Excuse me?"

He stands up and twirls his finger at himself, looking like a fairy godmother in the process – and quite frankly, it scares me.

Until the 'man' changes to Ursula Van Pelt, Phillip (Gia's father) and Maddie's mother.

"Ursula!" I scream, jumping to hug her.

"Hi Caitlin!" she screams back, jumping with me.

I let go, holding her at arm's-length, and examine my best friend's grandmother. "Wait, how did–my mom?"

She nods. "We made a deal quite awhile back that when she got strong enough, she'd give me powers!"

I squeal. "You have powers!"

"I have powers!" Ursula smiles, pulling me in for another hug. "Oh, and it's Vice Principal Van Pelt now."

"What?"

I hear a door open near us, so we let go. I turn and see my grandpa.

"Ah, thank you, Ursula, for letting her in," he thanks her, nodding in her direction.

She grins at him, then winks at me when he's not looking.

"So, Caitlin, how was Mr. Novoa? Did you and Jax have a good time in Australia?" Grandpa Francisco asks me, holding out a hand for me to squeeze. And I do.

Okay, so maybe I'm not quite done with lying about this.

Here's the thing. When you only have one human grandparent, and literally EVERYONE else in your family knows of magic, you don't really know what to do. You always have to lie, which is more painful for the liar than the person getting lied to. When you think about it, the person getting told the lie has no idea it's not the truth, therefore, they're blissfully unaware.

I nod. "He's healthy and better than ever." Now that he's in a magic prison. "Dad and I had a great time in Australia." Tracking down his father to ultimately detain him.

Believe it or not, that's how I keep myself sane through all of the lies I have had to tell to my favorite grandfather.

He nods, smiling at me. "That's good to know. Tell your parents that I'll be calling soon. I want to see if we can go out to eat sometime this week."

It's a pleasure to be able to grin and say, "That'd be great, Grandpa."

Grandpa Francisco mirrors my expression before handing me a sheet of paper. "Here is your class schedule. Now, I know it's short notice, but you've always been pretty good at memorizing things, now haven't you?"

I almost laugh. Of course I memorize things quickly. I got a mixture of my parents when it comes to schoolwork: I don't want to cheat, but I also don't want to study. So, I cast spells while I'm at home to memorize everything for the test so I don't have to study. Yes, it is technically still cheating, but I'm not casting spells during school to write the answers for myself, now am I?

"Yep, that's right, Grandpa Francisco–er, Principal Alonso," I correct myself, smiling at him.

"You better get going, kiddo. Class is about to start," Ursula tells me, shooing me towards the door.

I lean in to whisper to her as I'm leaving. "Don't put too many moves on my grandpa."

She just giggles, letting me out the door.

Outside in the hallway, I see Buxton Rice passing by. "Buck!" I holler, flying down the hall to catch up with him.

When I reach him, I slam into his chest, almost knocking us both to the ground.

"Whoa, Little Rocket! Don't kill me already! It's your first day," he comments, holding me steady until my feet actually find the right spots.

I laugh, letting my bangs cover some of my eyes. "Sorry. I just, I don't even know, I saw you and was like, 'Hey, that's Buck', so I–"

"Tackled me?" he jokes, holding an English book in one hand at his side.

"Yes," I snicker.

Buck takes in what's in my hand and his eyes widen. "Heeey, is this your schedule?"

He reaches for it, and I pull it back. "No, no, Buck, I just got this and I really need it!"

He grabs it out of my hands anyway and looks it over, turning away from me so I can't reach it. "Ahh, so you're in choir and drama this year, huh?"

I stop failing to get it back and ask, "What? I never signed up for choir."

Buck looks down at the paper, then back up at me. "You have Honors English, room 203 first period?"

I get tired and begin a spell:

"Buck's bothering me

And I need that paper back

So make it appear in my hands

As easy as that."

I can cast spells in my head, but sometimes I just prefer to say them aloud. You know, when it's not life-or-death.

It materializes in my hands and I sigh as we start for the stairs to the second floor. "I guess. I never actually got to look at my paper." I send him a look, to which he just smiles. That's just how Buck is.

Just like his dad.

"Well, Honors English rocks. So you're in good hands."

I roll my eyes. "Whatever you say, Buxton."

"Oh, don't even do that. I hate that."

"No, you don't hate it. You just prefer Buck," I correct him. I tilt my head and try to make him annoyed.

He sends me a look. "I think I know what I hate and what I don't."

"And you DON'T hate me."

Buck just smiles. "Ehhhh."

I jab him in the ribs with my elbow. "Don't start."

I see room 203, and we enter.

"There's no assigned seats," Buck tells me, taking a seat behind this girl, Lexi Deen. I've seen her a few times.

I shrug and walk to the front right desk. I like being in the front. Thanks, Mom.

As I'm sitting down, I hear the door swing shut, and for the first time I look up and see Katie Rice as a teacher. Whoa.

"Good morning," she starts the class off, walking to her desk. She jiggles the mouse to her computer, then faces us. I look around at my classmates, and not one person looks excited.

Oh, please tell me this class doesn't suck. Buck told me it rock–

Of course he did, that's his mother!

When I get home, Mom and Dad are making out on the living room couch.

"UGH, WHY?" I yell, covering my eyes and cautiously entering the room.

They break away and Mom giggles, pushing her hair behind her ear. "Sorry, sweetie. We haven't seen each other in three months."

"And I haven't seen anyone but Dad and Grandpa in three months, yet you don't see me making out with any guy I see, now do you?" I retort, walking to the fridge and opening it, grabbing the milk.

Dustin enters the house after me. "You left the door open again!" he announces, pointing at the door.

Mom stands and follows me into the kitchen. "Yeah, don't do that. Someone might see us doing magic if you leave the door open a lot."

"Sorry," I say, searching for cereal and a bowl. Maybe a spoon, too.

"Dustin, close the front door," Dad calls to my brother, who's leaving the room.

"Oops, I'm already uh, yeah, sorry Dad," Dustin keeps getting quieter as her walks further down the hall. I roll my eyes. Sometimes it doesn't even feel like he's the older one of us two.

Dad sighs and casts a spell at the door, then back where Dustin went.

"DEAR LORD!"

Mom spins around to look at her husband. "What'd you do to him?"

Dad shrugs. "Atomic wedgie."

"Jax!" Mom shrieks. "You can't just do that to our son!"

"Well Andi's not here and I can't do it myself, so a spell was the best way to go!" Dad responds, trying to prove his point.

I lay out the milk, cereal, bowl, and spoon on the kitchen table. "Grandpa Francisco is gonna call soon. He wants to meet up for dinner sometime this week."

Mom smiles. "Yay! I could really stand to see my dad soon."

"Speaking of your dad, does he still hate Daniel?" Dad asks, flipping his phone around in his hands.

"Of course he does. Why?"

"Daniel just texted me asking." Dad regains control of his phone and is about to reply to Daniel when Mom casts a spell, and his phone flies into her hands. "Em!"

"You can't just tell him that! It'll sound rude."

Dad scoffs. "It's not like he doesn't already know. He just wanted to ask, cuz there's a swim meet tonight and he heard Francisco might be there. He's a little nervous."

"I'd be too, from the stories you've told me about him," I put in, shaking out the cereal into the bowl. I finish that and move on to the milk.

Dad laughs. "True. Your grandpa hates him so bad."

"I wish he didn't," Mom groans. "It was bad enough when I was dating him, but somehow it's even worse now that we're adults."

"Why don't you just tell Grandpa Francisco about magic?"

Both my parents stare at me like I have three heads.

"What?" I question, putting the milk away.

"You heard what you just said, right, Caitlin?" Mom asks me, coming closer. "Do you have a fever?"

"No." I pick up the cereal and turn away from my mother. "Why is that such a big secret, anyway? Almost everyone knows already. All of your friends…all of my friends…"

"Not all of them," Dad says. "And you know that it's better for your grandpa if he doesn't know about magic. That way he's not in any danger of being used to trick the Chosen One."

Mom groans. "That principal was screwy and I was fifteen, okay!"

I shake my head, picking up my bowl and dropping the spoon into it. "I still don't see the big deal. Wouldn't it help him if he knew? Then you wouldn't have to keep lying to him."

They don't say anything.

I press my lips together and moan. "You're just too in love to tell the truth."

NAME: Caitlin Liana Maria Novoa

NICKNAME: Cait (everyone) C (Reese) Catty (Dustin) Caitlin dear (Jacob) Little Rocket (Buck)

BIRTHDAY: September 23

AGE: 16

EYES: brown

HAIR: medium-length black (curled or straight) w/ eyebrow-length bangs

HEIGHT: 5'3

She's a witch.

Andi's her Guardian.

Pronounces 'aunt' like 'AWN-T'.

Can do a perfect Australian accent, but she generally doesn't speak with it.

Jax wanted to show her Australia, and they needed to put Jacob behind bars. (He and Emma make various trips there all the time, and he took Dustin when he was 7, but Caitlin was too young and stayed with Emma.)

She's on the Yearbook Committee, as scrapbooking is now a family love.

She and Autumn have a special connection, but she and Gia are best friends.

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