Angelica took Jaenelle's hand eagerly. She hadn't been back home since... it seemed like a very long time, ever since the door had disappeared on her, but making friends within the hotel made every seem so much better.

"My magic never works," Angelica said with the mixture of pride and resignation that her magic still made her feel. "But I do know quite a lot about magic," she said. "I'm a Petrocchi." That never seemed to work in the hotel, but she lived in hope that one day her name would be recognized for the important spellhouse that it represented.