Margaret and Cedric had never gotten along growing up. The two siblings always fought, despite their mom’s best efforts. As they grew up, they found it best just not to speak all that often. Yet from time to time, they would be brought together; such as when their mom passed away. But even the sorrow of death wasn’t enough to keep their squabbling silent, as they broke into an argument during the reception.
The fight was stopped as a magical pulse shot between them. The next Cedric realized, he was sitting on the floor looking at his own body across the room.
“We swapped bodies?” He asked, less in shock and more in realization, “It must be mom’s doing. She never liked us fighting.”
“Our mom was a witch, but she woouldn’t do something this exteme. Besides, she’s dead!”
“Curses can linger long after the caster is dead. And do you not remember the kind of stuff mom pulled on us growing up? When you tried to sneak off to that concert, she put an arcane lock spell on your door. And what about the time she literally grounded us with our feet stuck outdoors in the garden for a day. Mom did some pretty weird sh*t.”
“Okay, so how do we break the spell? It’s not like we can ask mom.”
“Knowing her, we probably have to learn a lesson. It won’t be something as simple as saying ‘I’m sorry.’”
“Well, we better start trying to figure it out.”
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