She looked down. "What the fuck?" She said. She was wearing someone else's clothes. She walked over to the mirror and saw that she was wearing a childish t-shirt with a cartoon character on it.
She was dressed as a little kid. She looked around her neck for her anti-magic talisman. It was still there, but it was pitted and scarred...as if it had taken an direct hit from a fireball...and perhaps it had. It had protected her mind, as she still knew who she was, but it couldn't protect against the more powerful magic that plagued their community.
She headed out into the hall and suddenly recognized the house. It was Zoe's. Everyone was going to think she was Zoe's little brother, Mikey.
