Magic Academy: Finding My Mate
He is happy, and I tell myself to inspect him, save the image of his smile in my head because this might be the last time I ever see his face.
My father isn't a supernatural creature. My grandmother told him to jump into his car, drive out into the woods, and let his heart guide us to the meeting place. She must have meant her magic.
A human vehicle can't reach the other dimension where Magic Academy waits for me to enroll. My grandmother will take me there somehow, possibly by using flashy magic.
"Let's park here,"