Slow breathing. In through the nose, out through the mouth. Holding it in for five seconds before releasing. My anger slowly started to eb away. Unclenching my jaw. Relaxing my muscles. Think of the things that bring me peace in my life. Flying, reading, and Daphne. Slowly, my magic was fully under my control again. Once I had controlled my emotions, I decided I had enough time watching a most likely dead girl’s blight. There was nothing that could be done for her. I had a feeling that she could be Voldemort’s mother. 