The wait was longer than I had expected. Well, guess it was a good thing I didn't have anything else to do tonight. I tapped my foot out of habit, not irritation, as I looked around the shop. Countless jars and bottles lined the walls, all looked interesting, but I stayed seated. Most people came to this shop for those kinds of things, the potions and whatnot. I did too, usually, but tonight I was here to see the witch that ran the place. I'd become a regular customer here, and she's seen me from time to time, so she decided to give me a tarot reading.

"Miss Lancaster?" said someone next to me. I turned and looked. "She is ready for you now."

I stood up and followed her to the back of the shop, through a few door ways of beads. The room was lit by nothing but candles and it had a single table in the center. Two chairs were placed at it, a crystal ball in the middle. She was sitting in the chair farthest from the door, cards in hand as she shuffled.

"Good evening, Madame Boitti," I said.

She motioned to the chair across from her. "Sit down, child."

The worker that had brought me back here left as I walked into the room and sank into the comfortable chair. The fire light danced across us, throwing her wrinkles into deeper shadows.

"Split the deck, please," she instructed as she set the cards in front of me.

I did so and she shuffled once more. She set down the first three cards, face down. Putting the other cards off to the side, Madame Boitti placed her eyes on me. The first card was flipped, and she gave an explanation. She did the same with the other two cards. Death, Power, Love. Her elucidations said I had a lot of death in my past, ore than normal; I had power which surpassed others, but that didn't surprise me because the Lancaster family had the most money and owned most of the businesses in town; the love was obvious.

After everything was done, the reading over, we both got up and shook hands. Her grip tightened as her eyes grew wide. I tried to pull away, a little freaked out by her reaction, but she didn't let go.

"You are indeed powerful," Madame Boitti whispered. "Such a witch as yourself has not come around for centuries. Your bloodline in pure, though you are the first in your family to possess the power since Salem."

Now, I believe in witches and thing, but this was weird. The same person that had brought me into the back room returned and I followed her out, but not before Madame Boitti could whisper something to her in a language I didn't recognize. I was about to leave the store when I was stopped by the worker.

"A drink for you," she said, handing over a goblet.

What could go wrong?

Famous last words, right?

I took the goblet and drank. It wasn't too bad, it left a slightly bitter after taste, but it was good. Bidding the woman a good night, I left, the bell above the door ringing as I did.

Madame Boitti's words danced through my head. A witch? Me? I guess it could be true. I had a collection of spell books I'd bought from that store, and everything I had ever tried from inside them had worked. Sure, they were supposed to, but the results I got from them differed from the ones described in the books.

Hmm, I wonder...

To truly figure out if this was real, I could try something not from the book. I'll still be using a book, the most popular book series about magic.I thought for a moment before one of the spells came to mind. Sure, it was supposed to be used on enemies, but I had plenty of those.Revenge was frowned upon- depending on the situation, in my opinion -but maybe if this worked, everyone would stop picking on me, the weird, goth, rich girl.

Hiding behind a Dumpster, I scanned the faces of the people on the street. I took a deep breath and aimed, pointing my finger at a particularly annoying jock from my school. Then I put my hand down. I couldn't test such a dangerous spell on someone alive. It was meant to destroy, so I figured it may be a lot better to test it on an object rather than a person.

I didn't want anyone to see me, so I headed for the graveyard to test it on a headstone. The cemetery was quiet and I didn't see anyone, but I made my way deeper inside just to be safe. My sight started to blur and I blinked a few times to clear it. I stopped when I reckoned it was far enough. Not wanting to destroy someone's headstone completely, I found one that was already falling apart.

I took aim once more and mumbled the incantation. 

There was a scream, then I noticed the boy laying on the ground. Well, guess that author knew what she was doing when she wrote those books. 

Oh crap! I rushed forward and dropped to my knees next to the boy, recognizing him as Ian. 

"What the hell are you doing!?" he demanded, standing up and dusting himself off. There were slash marks on his shirt, along with some blood, but his stomach looked fine. 

'I was... How are you okay?" I replied. 

He looked at me, one eyebrow arched. "Oh, did you mean to kill me? Is that it?"

"A spell. I wanted to test it out, so I aimed for the headstone, and then you got in my way." I stood up. 

"Oh, so it's my fault?"

"In fact, it totally is."

Ian rolled his eyes. 'Well, I guess it's good I heal quickly. How about you stay away from that spell from now on? Why would you start with such a disastrous spell anyway? Couldn't you go with one that maybe fixed things rather than destroyed them?"

Anger coursed through me, flaring up in an instant. I got up close to him, looking up at him since he was taller than me. "Don't you dare start yelling at me."

"Did you really just jab me in the chest?" He laughed.

I didn't know what it was, but I could feel power running through me like electricity. The ground started rumbling, but I had a feeling only Ian and I were experiencing it. 

"Alright, calm down, January," he said, looking around.

And I did. Not because he asked me to, but because my head started pounding. Something told me it wasn't due to using so much magic at once. I dropped to my knees again, for sure getting grass stains on my pants, and put my fists against my temples. I felt Ian beside me, asking what was going on and if I was okay, but I couldn't see him. My eyes were closed, scrunched up tight, but I was watching something, like a movie meant only for me.