Anne Arrow had no clue what would happen when she uttered the words in the book she had found in the restricted section of the library. She pointed her wand at the small mouse and said quietly, "Avada Kadavra." The mouse dropped dead and she gasped. Poor little Anne... Slowly she kept trying new spells the teachers refused to teach her. Soon she had mastered all three forbbidon spells. She knew every spell that caused pain, fire, and fear. She wanted to use them. The Magic consumed poor little Anne. Oh Anne... The Magic the ate at her from the inside out until one day she drove herself insane, and died in her sleep... Poor little Anne...