Face twisting into a grimace, Anne's rage was screaming for action. Because how dare he mock her when she needed him? How dare he stand there and mock her?


"Don't you talk all big to me." She seethed, her nails digging into her palms so tight she feared breaking the skin.

"And I'm not a thief. That badge should be mine, but I'm not going to beg for it either. I'll show them what they missed out on and outshine their little puppet. And I'm already more of a witch than Violetta is. What I need from you is a plan on what to bloody do with this feeling." Anne was past caring about cursing in front of her father; she was too focused on keeping angry tears from flowing.

"I need to know what to do with how angry I am. At everything. I'm scared to duel or use my wand. I might hurt somebody." Anne remembered her guilt at losing herself during the dueling tournament and setting fire to Yuri's robes. She'd felt horrible; she rethought her need to throw her everything into every spell every time. "I need to know how to get rid of this feeling the muggle way and don't you lie and tell me you don't know. I know you started your stupid boxing matches my first year." Anne crossed her arms and glared, the defiant little bad cop her father had a part in.

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