I’m wearing a T-shirt with slits down the back for my wings. I pick the Watford hoodie up from the floor. “It’s too hot for this,” I say. “Just hide the wings, would you?”

Baz has the duffel bag slung over his shoulder. “With a spell?”

“Yeah. I’m tired of wearing hoodies and trench coats, and it’s not like I’m gonna fly to Camden…”

“All right,” Baz says softly. He snaps his wrist, then aims his wand at my wings. “Now you see it, now you don’t!”

Baz’s magic is hot, it normally burns a little bit … But not today. I don’t feel anything. I glance over my shoulder—my wings are still there.

Baz frowns. He points his wand again. “There’s nothing to see here!”

Nothing happens.

“Sorry,” he says. “I’ve been upset. My magic is … We’ll have Bunce do it.” He’s already walking into the living room. “Penelope—”

Penny and Shepard are leaning against the living room wall, kissing. (I kind of feel like I’ve been cockblocking Penny all these years. As soon as I left her alone, this happened.)

“Spell Simon’s wings away,” Baz says.

She kicks away from the wall. “I thought we weren’t doing that anymore.”

“I changed my mind,” I say. “It’s too hot to hide them.”

Penny fishes her purple gem out of her bra (we need to fix that ring) and holds it out to me. “There’s nothing to see here!”

Nothing happens.

Penny frowns. “Did you already try, Baz?”

“Yeah, I’m too upset to cast.”

“Is that a thing?” she asks. “Maybe Simon moved to a dead spot.” She points her fist towards the sandwich wrappers. “A place for everything, and everything in its place!” The trash disappears. “Hmmm…” She points at me again. “Now you see it, now you don’t!”

Nothing happens.

Baz shoots his wand into his hand and points at my new sofa. “Tickled pink!” The sofa turns pink.

“Hey…” I say.

Baz points at me. “Clean as a whistle! Did that do anything?”

“I don’t know,” I say. “I was already clean. Should I feel dirtier?”

Penny has stepped closer to me. Her fist is still out. “Float like a butterfly!”

My feet stay on the ground. “Hey, you guys, slow down…”

“Roses are red!” Baz shouts.

Then Penny—“Violets are blue!”

Baz—“Cat nap!”

Penny—“Cat got your tongue!”

“For fuck’s sake!” I grab her wrist.

“Simon…” she says. Her glasses have slid down her nose. Her eyes are huge. “I think you might be immune to magic.”

Penelope makes me sit down. Like I’m experiencing a shock. I suppose I am—what does it even mean to be immune to magic?

She sits down next to me, rubbing her chin and staring at my wings. “It’s got to be that spell he cast on you…”