They formed a circle around Grachi. She closed her eyes and raised her hands, not to conjure a spell, but to feel. She didn't recite ancient words from her spellbook. Instead, she spoke from memory.
The dark shard didn't shatter. It didn't explode. It simply… dissolved. It was a shadow that couldn't exist in the warmth of that light. grachi in english
But her mind was a storm. Lately, her powers had been… different. Unpredictable. Yesterday, she’d tried to levitate a pencil during a boring history lecture and accidentally turned Mr. Harrison’s toupee a brilliant shade of fuchsia. The class had roared with laughter. Mr. Harrison had not. They formed a circle around Grachi
"I know what I have to do," she said, her voice firming. "But I can't do it alone." Instead, she spoke from memory
The next day, she gathered her coven in the abandoned greenhouse behind the school. Daniel, ever the pragmatist, was checking his phone for any signs of magical disturbances. Mia, her former rival turned fierce best friend, was already mixing a protective salt circle. Even Tony and Cussy, the mischievous magical mascots, were uncharacteristically serious, their fur standing on end.
"Concentrate, Grachi," she whispered to herself. "Focus."
The flame on her finger suddenly erupted into a fireball. With a yelp, Grachi lost her concentration, dropped to the mattress with a soft thud, and the fireball shot across the room, narrowly missing her mirror before dissolving into a puff of smoke.