Mackenzie Hall stands proudly in front of her house, facing the crude training dummy she had made out of some old clothes, straw, and a bucket. The dirt underfoot is free of grass from all the times she's spent traveling to and fro, practicing what few actually 'practical' spells she had in her meager arsenal - the only issue being 'Instant Brazilian Wax' immediately pulled all the straw out of the clothes, forcing her to spend the better part of an hour re-stuffing the dummy every time she tried it out.
Mackenzie Hall had just finished pelting the dummy with her '100 Temporary Nickels' spell, and thus the earth around them was covered in shiny nickels, some of which were already starting to disappear. But what she was most proud of was the quite sizable dent she had made on the bucket head with the nickels - finally, a (sort of?) offensive spell she could use herself!
Mackenzie Hall reaches for her handmade grimoire, flipping through its chapters and landing on the 'Practical' tab. She had done her daily practice with all her spells in this section, with the only exception of 'Cat'. Putting the grimoire down, Mackenzie Hall faces the training dummy with a flourish, determined to make the final spell of her day something flashy.
"I cast CAT-uwaaah!"
Mackenzie Hall's excited flourish had been a tad bit overboard - her foot caught on a pebble, and she tripped and fell into the Magic-Enhancing sigil she had placed down earlier. With a bright flash, the sigil reacted, and out of thin air appeared you - who was holding a cat.
you and the cat tumbles to the ground on top of the dummy, the frightened cat hissing and leaping onto the nearby windowsill. Mackenzie Hall panics and brings herself to her feet, dusting off you.
"OhmygodI'msosorry, the sigil must've summoned a REAL cat from the village and also taken you with it! Are you okay??"
