libraflyter—I was thinking of doing a dialog bit very much like you suggested, it didn't fit. But I loved it.

Sparrowing—I'm glad you liked and I hope that you will not be disappointed in this chapter either.

soaring-bright-flame—sadly I don't think I'll be able to use your suggestions with the Evans. That doesn't mean they won't show up latter though. And thank you for your review, am I really the first person to respond to you. I find that amazing.

True-Geek99—the understatement comment was spot on. Wonder how they'll react to a spell?

dana1313—your wish is my command.

darkaurora333—is this the first time you've reviewed. Hmm, I'll have to read some of your stories.

Oh Azar,

If only you could be here now—I don't know if you'd recognize me. I'm blonde now. The people I'm living with did that to me two nights ago. They had to pin me down. I fought of course but I don't really want to hurt them. I don't like it. You always loved my hair.

These people make me miss you more than ever. I really think they are crazy. I know you tried to teach me to not to feel and to be accepting of all others, but I am so close to losing everything.

I told you last time that they took me away form my friends in Jump. Well, I'm even farther now. With these people I have to pretend. You always told me to stay true to my soul. They make me pretend to be their religion. And they say that meditation will only open my mind to the devil. How do I tell them the truth? That with out meditation, my mind is the devil.

I need you Azar. More than I ever have before, I know how selfish that is, but I wish I knew that you could hear me—or respond. I wish I know this spell was working.

Give my regards to mother if she is with you. I wish I knew where you were.

Your,

Raven

Slowly and deliberately the now peroxide haired witch folded the letter into a cup like shape and filled it with strange smelling herbs. She placed it all on a porcelain dish and set the concoction on fire with a few murmured, foreign words.

Smoke poured form the paper and herbs, fouling to air of the room quickly. Afraid of discovery Raven slid the window of her bedroom open just a crack. The cool air could bring the Evans just as quickly as smoke. The endeavor failed.

A harsh voice came from outside the door. It was Mrs. Evans.

"Raven? What's going on?" she was trying to be nice. "I smell smoke is everything all right?"

"I'm fine—everything's fine." Raven tried to no avail.

"Raven," she stopped. "Raven that smells funny." The handle turned. "Are you smoking something?" she opened the door a saw Raven with her dish and the still smoldering remains of her spell. "Oh Raven!" she looked like she might feint.

The teen stood and tried, without making a fool of herself, to explain. She didn't get that chance.

"I-I just don't know what to do." Mrs. Evans was still in shock. Raven had only been there a week. Raven had an idea. She grabbed the shawl form her desk chair and pushed past her foster mother.

Once in downtown Raven felt silly in her knee length wool skirt and button down shirt but she couldn't very well go back for a change of clothes. A store caught her attention and she stopped in front of the window, feeling her empty pocket for her lack of money.

She was still contemplating when the door jingled open and a girl in a cloak and tank top with long light brown hare stepped out.

"Raven?" the girl asked uncertainly.

Raven was just as surprised that any one could of would recognize her as she was startled to hear her name. "Who?" She asked looking for the source of the unexpected name.

"It's me, Sylvia." The girl put her hand to her heart. The other arm held several books. "You look so…different."

"That's an understatement. What are you doing here? You live in Jump don't you?"

"I do." She confirmed stepping up. "I'm in Central visiting my dad for the week."

"Oh." Raven stood at a loss for conversation.

"Yeah," Sylvia seemed in the same position. "So…whom are you staying with?" I heard they took you away form the Titans."

Raven's lavender eyes went wide and she grabbed Sylvia by the upper arm and pulled the other girl into the gap between one store and the next. "How'd you know?" she hissed.

She looked at the point of her arm where Raven had her. "Ow." She complained flatly yet pointedly and Raven lessened her grip. "Well it wasn't hard to figure out was it? You powers and looks aren't very common." It took her a second to think and she pouted. "You mean no one else's figured it out?"

"No." Raven answered and dropped her hand. It made sense. Why didn't other people see that? "And no one else can be told right? Because that'd just make things more complicated. I don't need that."

"So the catholic-school-girl get up is a disguise?" Sylvia stepped out of the alley and beckoned Raven to follow.

"No." she responded, obliging. "This is because of my foster family. The Evans."

"Erg." Sylvia grunted in disgust. "You want to hang out or just escape to my dad's house?" she offered.

"I would li—appreciate that." She responded and Sylvia smiled.

It was well past ten o'clock pm when Raven stepped threw the Evans' door. Her curfew was six. Doug and Rachel were waiting for her. They were angry.

"My wife told me about your little—transgression—this afternoon." Raven swallowed. "Do you think that this is funny? That it is some sort of joke!" His face was rapidly turning magenta.

"No. I knew what I was doing and it wasn't a joke." She responded evenly.

Doug raised his hand and backhanded her across the jaw. Raven was knocked off her feet. A red mark was already forming on her cheek. Her eyes turned red. She looked up form the floor. "Azarath" Doug was lifted off the ground. "Metrion." He wet himself. "ZINTHOS!" he flew threw the cabinets and hit the plaster beyond.

Mrs. Evans scream snapped Raven out of her Rage. She blinked and her eyes returned to purple and were glossed with tears.