He looked aroundnervously. They were in a relatively dark corner by the doors, "Would youlike to try it again James?" and this time she kissed him.She... told him about growing up, and always feeling more like a girl than aboy. And how her parents had fought over the fact. How her father hadbeaten her for it when she was five, and her mother had thrown him outnever to be seen again.He told her how he'd been raised to hate people like her, and how he wasbeginning to realize that she really was a. Caught up with a few people I haven't seen in weeks, and so on. Maddie seemed to enjoy being in the thick of things, so I let her socialize while staying on the periphery, as I was wont to do.After reminiscing with another former student and assembling a decent plate of hors d'oeuvres, I found Maddie sitting on the couch, sipping from what I thought was a Coke. "How are you... whoa, how much rum is in that thing?" I asked as I sat down beside her."A little more than half. And it's my second. Who knows, maybe even play a practical joke or two", she thought to herself.She followed the recipe to every detail and tapped the potion bottle with her wand. After a couple of hours of mixing and chanting it was finally ready and she was giddy to try it out."Hmmm, the floor needs a good sweeping." She smiled and found a broom in the closet. She rubbed the potion onto the broom handle and dropped it.While looking at the broom she pointed and said "Sweep this filthy floor".The broom stood. “The fucking cars moving down the embankment,” she cursed, desperately searching the floor for clothing. He couldn’t remember the last time he moved so fast. Two people colliding in a tangled chaos of urgency and confusion, grabbing her arm and pushing her aside, jumping from the back seat with the speed of a gazelle, trying to squeeze his body through the tight gap between the two front seats, searching frantically for the handbrake, trying to grab the steering wheel, trying to grab anything..