witch hazel

Feeling the comforting feeling of her sister's magic connecting to her own, Val feels around for the tendrils of malicious magic, the strings glowing in her vision. She frowns ever so slightly in concentration as she reaches out mentally and begins to untangle the ugliness from the mansion's structure. Much like undoing tiny braids, it was mostly a matter of dragging her magic through the foreign stuff and occasionally pausing to gently work out a knot.

A good hour later, she opened her eyes, half swooning from the magical drain. "Ah! It's gone!" she grinned tiredly at her sister. "I wove a protective spell into the plants around the house as well. Ah... where did I put that tea?"

Letting go of Riley's hands, she stretched out a foot and broke the circle. As she stood, she let out a groan. "Craaamps." she whined, stretching them out as she looked around for her thermos.