Magic is loose in the world. Loose and…kind of boring, really. The magic-abled use it to do things like summon coffee or make the bed. It’s mundane. Commonplace.
Unless, of course, your magic-abled witch of a roommate is complete crap at magic. Then you end up with zombie lawn flamingos, cups of compost tea instead of the Earl Grey you were promised, and the Prince of Darkness hanging out in your living room.
When bad magic goes insane, who knows what might happen?
Updates eventually. Schedule is dependent on life.