As he walks home (where from?) Bristol feels strange. Sort of like he is forgetting something very important. But what?
- OMG, Bristol, what’s up?
This over-enthusiastic voice, of course, belongs to Laurel.
- Hey, you look kind of tired. Is everything ok? Did you sleep well? Ugh, I know I haven’t. This stupid science project took me almost all night to finish and of course Mom won’t let me use magic to speed things up.
- Oh. That sucks.
Laurel: I know! I mean, what’s the point of being a witch if you can’t use magic for some help once in a while? But enough about me, why the long face, seriously?
Bristol: I don’t know, just stuff, I guess.
Laurel: Well, the weekend’s going to come eventually, we should all meet up and have some pizza. Pizza makes things better.
Bristol: Heh, yeah.