In my universe, I’d still be married to the same wonderful man, and my kids would be just as they are, though my daughter might have a little less sass. Magic would be part of everyday life. I’d carry a wand for small enchantments, and my spell lab would be tucked into a cozy corner, filled with glowing vials, ancient books, and maybe a skull or two inhabited by a friendly spirit who offers advice and the occasional sarcastic remark. Life would shimmer with spells and secrets but the heart unchanged.
My neighbors would shift into wolves, tigers, birds, whales, and other creatures. One moment they’d be human, the next, fur or feathers would ripple across their skin. Some soared, some prowled, some vanished into the sea. Each form felt natural, like seasons changing. No one questioned it. Their transformations as ordinary as walking.
Deloris Nash 