“Have you been borrowing my body again?” Tasha demanded, glaring at the dog.
Woofie looked at her with huge, angelic eyes, as if to say Who, me?
Tasha held out her hands. “There are dog biscuit crumbs all over these! Who said that you could use my body when I’m practicing astral projecting?”
Woofie panted and thumped her tail.
Tasha shook her head in annoyance. Highly magical! the salesman had said. Can act as a companion and a spell collaborator!
What he had conveniently failed to mention was that pets were still pets.
She should never have gotten a familiar.
Author’s Note: My friend challenged me to come up with a short story that started with “Have you been borrowing my body again?” So I took it in a silly direction.