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Witchy Woman

Waking Up From This Dream

Waking up, Bella immediately realized something was wrong. She looked around quickly and couldn't discover anything out of the ordinary. The lamp was there, the desk, the bed … THE BED!

From where she was hovering near the ceiling, she could see her bed below her, and with a shriek she fell,

"AAHH!! – "

At least, that's how she thought it would be, but when she woke up, she felt no different. Nothing remotely "magical" had happened. Maybe she was wrong. Mentally adding up the days, she quickly discarded that idea, it was her 17th birthday today. Had Charlie made a mistake? Was there something wrong with her?

Bella began to get frustrated; she had been looking forward to getting her powers back! And nothing had happened! She didn't have her powers back!

All of her frustration was building, she knew that she was being irrational, but she couldn't help being angry at Charlie. He had said she was getting her powers back today! She was so angry she could SCREAM!! She was so angry … so angry that –

"ISABELLA SWAN!! GET DOWN HERE NOW!!"

Charlie's scream made her freeze in surprise. She heard a thud downstairs and the world shifted around her as she was pulled along down the stairs, as if by conveyor belt.

Charlie was lying haphazardly on the table, glaring at Bella, with his foot out at an odd angle and, what looked like a bone, stretching his skin near the ankle.

"What happened?" Bella squeaked, rushing towards him.

"What did I tell you about controlling your emotions?" Charlie shouted at her as he slapped her hands away from his ankle.

"What are you talking about?" Bella asked, cringing, as she watched Charlie straighten out his ankle with a sickening CRACK.

"You were obviously angry at me, and I got slammed against the ceiling. After I yelled to you, I fell down, obviously you were surprised. I told you to try to control your emotions; that's the first lesson." Charlie lectured as he hopped off the table.

"Ch – Dad, sit down, you're going to hurt yourself, you need to let it heal" Bella stammered.

Charlie waved his hands at her. "I'm already healed, we're witches Bella; healing powers come with the territory." Charlie stalked downstairs as Bella rushed to keep up with him.

"So, you're saying that I did that? I was angry at you, but I didn't try to slam you against the ceiling." Bella insisted.

"Have you not been listening to a word I have said? Your emotions are tied to your magic, if you feel anything strongly your magic will act upon your subconscious thoughts.

"We have no time to lose. I plan on having you start school tomorrow and as such, you need to at least have a basic level of control."

Charlie led Bella into the room off of the main basement and stood her in front of an empty table.

"Throughout today I'm going to test you. At random times I'm going to strengthen whatever you are feeling in an attempt to get you to use magic unconsciously. Your task is to keep your emotions in check.

"However it won't be easy, I will be distracting you by re-teaching you how to use magic. Do you understand?"

Bella nodded her head as Charlie began to rummage through room looking for something.

"We'll start with the strongest emotion, anger. Anger is strong because it is related to more than one emotion and builds upon itself; that is the nature of anger. The best way to control anger, or any emotion for that matter, is to recognize the beginnings of it, and to empty your mind and detach yourself from the emotion before it controls you.

"Alright then," Charlie exclaimed as he produced a teacup. "First you are going to change the colors of the teacup." Charlie then took out a picture. "To help you, I have this picture of how the colors should be. Concentrate on the change, not just the final project. Visualize the change as it occurs and guide the energy around you to create that change."

Bella studied the picture until she could see it in her mind when she closed her eyes. Then Bella turned to the teacup, and stared.

And stared.

And stared.

Bella didn't feel the frustration and anger build until it was too late and, with wide eyes, she watched as the teacup flew into the far wall and shattered.

With her anger abruptly subsided, she watched embarrassed as Charlie went over to the teacup and had the pieces pick themselves up and put themselves back together again.

"That was to be expected." Charlie started as he walked back over to Bella and held out the teacup. "I expect it will take you a few more tries before you get the hang of it."

Upon the next try, Bella managed to change the teacup's color. Not the right colors, but an improvement nonetheless, Bella noted as Charlie once again repaired the teacup.

A few broken teacups later and Bella had successfully changed the teacups color without it needing to be repaired. However, her inner celebration was cut short as the teacup began to grow and sparkle.

"Which brings us to our next emotion; happiness, or pride." Charlie said. "It's not a dangerous emotion, but it tends to be very flashy and show-offish. And you know how we need to blend in."

Bella proceeded to change the teacup back and forth between different color combinations, with it eventually staying the same size.

"We only have two more main emotions left but, as it is getting a little bit late, how about we have some lunch."

After the uneventful lunch, Bella trudged back downstairs after Charlie to find a new set up. Instead of the table in the middle of the room, as Bella had remembered it, she saw an empty room, save the box now in the tables place.

"Now it's time to learn to move things." Charlie began. "Moving things is similar to changing things in that you must see the object follow the path you want it to take. However, instead of directing all of your energy to the object itself, you must let your energy flow along the path the object will take."

Bella focused on the box intently for twenty minutes and watched as it only wiggled a little. To her surprise, the squishy, awkward feeling she felt, manifested itself in the box as it changed shape, shrank, and … turned red.

"Let me guess, embarrassment is the next emotion." Bella said with little humor in her voice.

"Yup," Charlie agreed. "This one won't take long I promise."

And he was right; though it took a really long time to actually get the box to move, the embarrassment was easy to control, though she ended up blushing like a madman in the process.

After a quiet diner of pasta, Charlie announced that they were not going to work on the last emotion that day. When Bella questioned him about it, his only answer was, "It's not necessary."

As Bella contemplated this she went upstairs, got her toiletries and headed to the bathroom. After such a long, emotionally tiring day, she needed time to wind down.

As she climbed into bed she thought about the next day. Was she really ready to go to school with other people? Could she keep her magic under control? She didn't, however, have long to ponder these things, for as soon as her head hit the pillow, she began to fall asleep.