My Witch Of A Roommate

"Why does your kitten have wings?" I asked, staring down at the ball of fur curled up on my side of the couch, horrific bat wings ruining the other wise adorable picture. Glancing up I caught Charlie with one hand deep inside the metal garbage can she used as a makeshift cauldron while her other hand was frantically flipping pages of her floating spell book.

I wish I could say this wasn't normal sight in our apartment, however that would be a lie.