Dear diary,

Can you talk with Goodman? Like telepathically?

I told him about that dream I had and he just looked at you for a really long time. I felt really awkward just standing there, but he said it was just a dream and nothing important. As long as I'm safe and sound. Right? He also wasn't very worried about my magic stick. In fact he seemed quite happy about it.

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Both him and Gina were calling me a wizard. Oh how handy it would have been if I had gone out with them and "burned all those squids to ashes."

There's no more fog outside but Goodman said we shouldn't go outside for now cause the Butcher is busy dealing with the "remnants".

I can't wait to go back to school and show off my magic stick. It's gonna be fun!

Love,

Tina