Im Not Angry Anymore

Willow shakes with rage. That’s not fair! It’s not Hunter’s fault he can’t do magic and he isn’t any weaker for it! Her fury threatens to climb out of her chest in the form of the vines she can feel weaving a path under the school. Her magic slips into their roots so easily, calling forth sharp thorns that slice through the earth and stone beneath them. She could take Bosha down easily, make it so she doesn’t play another game of grudgby for the rest of the season.Still, she forces herself to breathe in for four, out for four, and again. Let Hunter handle it for now. She can kick Boscha’s butt for this some other time.Just stay calm.Stay calm.She collects herself and resigns herself to glare at the bully from her friend’s side.And then Boscha delivers the killing blow. “Hah! Figures! Of course half-a-witch-Willow would find another half-a-witch to befriend.”Hunter flinches hard.He stumbles back, eyes wide.And Willow.Sees.Red.