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3- Black magic

Finding out you had magic inside you would never be pleasant. 

For Jennette especially, since everytime she was around her uncle, she was hurting him by the second. Black magic oozing out of her and latching onto Claude. When she realised, she was miserable. She felt guilty. How couldn't she? Was she a danger to everyone now? Would this be classified as attempted assault on the king? On her uncle?

'You're a monster,' the voice in her head said. And once again, Jennette clutched herself and cried silently in her room, sliding down the white door. "I just want a family...is that so hard to ask for?" she gasped between her sobs. The voice was silent this time, which Jennette was greatly thankful for.

So much so that she just had to utter a "Thank you," with a small smile.

Finding out just being around someone could hurt them so greatly was never going to be a good thing. And Jennette felt used. Guilty. Enraged. She didn't want to be here anymore.