“Wait,” Aunt Russo suddenly put her hand up, signaling us to stop whatever we’re doing, “ay Dios mio! They’re breaking the barrier!”

“You can feel that?” I asked, which is admittingly, a really dumb question. She nodded. I don’t know how to help except for one. So, I ran outside ignoring Rory’s calling. When I got there, there were 4 women wearing the same black trench coat and the same royal blue shoes, all their arms raised up and their hands praying over the house. They’re saying a spell in Latin, and I can see the enchanted barrier’s glow slowly revealing the house.

“Hey!” I shouted and the four of...