The anger in me boiled over and my magic released itself in a wave of pure magic. Though I didn’t know it at first, the room changed quickly. Not quick enough as the couch, several books and bookshelves were already tossed aside and floating. Daphne had stopped, being interrupted but completely unaffected by the magical wave. She stood with her mouth wide open, mine was probably mirroring hers. Though mine was for an entirely different reason.