Finally, Genevieve thought, I've finished my homework! Now I can get in some quality reading time..  She picked up the new book and voraciously began reading it again.
Ignoring the world outside the pages, and winding herself deeper and deeper into the story, she didn't even notice her cat, Jasper, darting around her bedroom.  He was growing more and more agitated.
"Jasper!" Genevieve hissed, as the cat pounced into her lap, forcing her to put down the book.
The feline's gray ears were pinned back against his head, and his eyes were shining with a hyper-awareness of...something.
"Jasper, what is it? What do you see?"
Genevieve began to grow concerned with her cat's behavior, as he possessed a calm temperment most of the time.
At that very moment, she noticed something sitting on her windowsill...something that had not been there before.

Quietly, Genevieve surveyed the piles of boxes just waiting to be opened.
"Gen, can you cover afternoon story hour for me? I've got to get these books accounted for and on the shelves!"
Genevieve's mother gave her a smile.
"That's okay, Mom, I'll get the books taken care of."
"Thanks, Gen," her mother said, hurrying off to prepare for the children's story hour.
Genevieve reached for the scissors, and began opening the first box.

The day it happened...

The day it happened had been one of those crisp, cool autumn days that was simply perfect. Everything about the day had been marvelous...and unexpected.
Genevieve had been helping her parents in the family bookstore, unloading the newest shipment of books. She could feel some sort of magic stirring in the air, although she wasn't quite sure where it was coming from. After all, since she was a baby, her mother and father had said to her that simply being around books was magical.