Snippet #1813722

Minerva looked up from her brother, fighting back tears.
"I'd like to offer my gratitude also. If it weren't for everyone else...Jonathan and I probably wouldn't have made it out." She sniffed and closed her eyes.
"I know somewhere we can go...my...my aunts' house. Jonathan and I lived there when we were children, the house is so big it could fit at least fifty people. Not including us. Also, my aunts are witches so they should be able to heal our wounds. Plus, they'll probably make us midnight margaritas when we're better." She said with a smile, still remembering the many, many times that they had been woken up to the sound of a blender making the drinks (the alcohol didn't enter the body but they got some of the effects for theirs as they were teenagers).
"You'll love it there and it's not that far away. If we all want to go there then tell me and I'll cast a spell to lead you there. It'll be like a line of light that you follow. However, after that I'll need to rest for a witch can't cast too many spells a day without rest, especially the more powerful spells like the protection spell that should run out in a few hours." Minnie sat beside her brother waiting for their reply.