“Mable! Help me!” I scream, as my parasol threatens to fly out of my grip.

“Annie, what did you do?” Mable says, as she runs towards me.

“I- I don’t know! I just tried to cast a spell, but suddenly this purple smoke burst everywhere and a storm approached, I don’t know what happened!” I reply, my voice frantic.

Mable looks at me, and raises a brow. “This came from trying to cast one simple little spell?”

I hold up my spell book. “Yes, see! I was simply trying to cast a storage spell to store my parasol in the void because I broke it!” I point at the spell in my book.

Mable groans. “Oh my goodness! Do you not posses a brain? This is not a store spell, this is a STORM spell!” I look back at the spellbook.

True to her word, it says “Storm spell, use for summoning great storms.”

“Well, what to do now?” I ask. Lightning and clouds swirl around us, as well as the crackling purple smoke.

“Check the book!” Mable says. I look at it, and there, at the bottom of the page, is a small sentence in tiny writing. It reads: “Storm can be trapped in a vial enforced with friendship.

“How in the world do we enforce a vial with friendship?” Mable asks.

“I don’t know, but I have a vial here, in my cloak!” I pull out a small vial from inside my cloak pocket.

The storm is moving closer and closer, surrounded us. The lightning gets stronger and stronger until . . .

“Mable, look out!” I run towards her, and we topple to the ground, right as a bolt of purple lightning strikes right where she stood.

Somehow, the storm clears, and we stand up. “Annie, look!” I look down, and in my hand, the vial is, unharmed. Inside it, a whirl of purple smoke is, crackling with electricity.

Mable and I smile at each other, until I speak. “Huh. I suppose that’s how you enforce a vial with friendship.”