“EVELYN!” someone screams at me, making me flinch and tear my gaze away from the still bleeding Sheila. Mr. Arrington grabs my shoulders, shaking me violently to snap out of whatever I’m doing. “Cut your flow of magic immediately!”
I blink a few times, opening my mouth, then closing it again. Finally, I stutter: “I-I’m not doing anything.” My voice is on the verge of breaking and I feel weak. Only then do I realize that he must be right. I’m still doing this to her. “How do I stop? Help me please,” I beg the professor, my hands trembling as I turn them towards my face.
“Breathe. Focus on the powers inside you and cut them off. It’s just like cutting a thread. That’s what you need to do,” he tells me calmly, his dark eyes staring at me in expectation. I take a deep breath, trying to conce
