Tisha watched as the room fell silent and fingers swooped through the air onto the planchette. Hers was the last to land.
Though she'd never used Ouija before, she accepted Danes' reassuring smile as easily as she accepted that some people needed something tangible to focus their spiritual energies. Her own grandmother stood back from the table, a look of care and amusement on her face. Tisha smiled, which Harry took to be for him, and his grin widened. Tisha looked away, in time to see Maya's grandmother flicker back into Maya's body.
Hushed sounds of breathing. No one spoke.