Emily, your nemesis

It's Emily, and she caught you talking to yourself.

Great.

"Hey Emily. Um...nothing." You turn to walk away, annoyed by her very presence. It's not that she's unattractive. Her blond hair comes down just past her shoulders, framing her flawless face. Her eyes are ice blue, her nose narrow, sharp. And that body--a dozen years of ballet does it well, apparently, because her narrow waist and firm little ass manage to fit beautifully into a pair of size two jeans.

You might enjoy the opportunity spend some time taking her in. But she's been so damned hell-bent on competing with you whenever she has the chance, and not just academically, either. Even though her family's loaded, she made it a point of beating you out of a scholarship you really needed last year, just so she could say she was the best.

She can be a real bitch.

Let it go, you think to yourself. It's not worth it.

You begin to walk away contemplating what to do with your free day.

"What was that?" she asks. "You mumbled."

You stop walking and take a deep breath.

Ahead of you, the door's open, and it's a beautiful sunny L.A. day, full of possibilities. You could leave the building, leave her behind, and have some fun with what's left of your day.

Then again, that's exactly the kind of thing you would have done a week ago, BEFORE you found the book, BEFORE you cast the spell. Maybe it's time for a little payback.