Rule #1 of my magical probation: don't use your powers. Rule #2: definitely don't sneeze. I broke both. Now my parents are stuck in a nightmare dimension full of teeth and geometry that hates you, and the only person offering to help is Morgana le Fay - yes, evil sorceress, probable sky-burner, please-don't-let-her-out Morgana. The plan? 1. Keep my maybe-crush from finding out she's basically a magical doomsday button. 2. Open a world-ending prison without ending the world. If I pull it off? My parents come home. If I blow it? Bye-bye magic, bye-bye Earth, bye-bye me. So, yeah. Totally fine. Nothing to worry about. Why are you looking at me like that?