E.D.Baker

Ever since my aunt had returned to her normal self, she hadn't been able to keep her mind on anything but her beloved Haywood. Her magic had suffered for it, becoming muddled and not quite as she'd intended.

Her magic had suffered for it, becoming muddled and not quite as she'd intended.

"Wretched plant!" I said, rubbing my head with one hand as I pushed the vine away with the other.