you want to take your wand and burn a hole in your twin's head where her oversized, witchy ego is, every kind of magic and spell-crafting seems silly-stupid or old-school (or just old), and sex (or the idea of it) is alternately horrifying or boring depending upon the day. a megalomaniacal aunt (she was adopted, barely) seeking multi-reality domination, and Frenchtown High, a proverbial caldron of adolescent spell crafting, hoodooed hormones and a horrific strain of supernatural racist terrorism lurking between reality planes-general life sure can bite it.