“Mag, thank goodness you’re here. I—” His next word died in his throat when Magdalene stopped about five feet away from him. There was a sinister expression on her face. “Mag, what’s going on?”
Magdalene scoffed at him. “You’re an intelligent man. You tell me.”
“I…I don’t understand.”
Magdalene scowled at him. “I hate you. I’ve always hated you. You’re so much more powerful than me. Even the High Witch wants you as her apprentice. Meanwhile, I have to practise so hard just to get to where I am today. On the other hand, you got to relax at home with your disgusting plants, but your magical level kept on growing. I was fine with that. After all, we’ve been friends for years. The last straw was when your late grandmother’s previous coven rejected me. They refused me entry into the coven because I was too weak. My magic isn’t good enough for them.”
“A coven isn’t important.”