Natalie P.O.V
Only a witch would understand the difficulty of not trying out her magic once it finally started working again. As I brushed my teeth ready for bed I struggled not to want to play with the water falling from the tap. Or when I got myself a glass of it during the night. I could feel it; like an extension of myself the minute it began rushing past the faucets. All I wanted to do was interact with it, but I made a promise to Raven, and I was a woman of my word. I went to sleep that night listening to the rustling of trees outside my window blowing in the wind, and thinking of Ash.
But I dreamt of a woman. I saw her humming in a garden, but I couldn’t figure out where I was; I felt at home here in some way, almost like the garden from the stories my mother would tell me
