“Are you ready?” Babet raised her hands, palms out.
Evangeline pushed her ebony hair behind her ears. “Show me what you’ve got.”
Babet bit off a laugh. Someone was feeling pretty cocky, growing more comfortable with her witch skills. If her friend were in a real battle, there’d be no warning, but this was only a practice session, something to make the new witches in Mom’s coven stronger. Evangeline had plenty of power, though. The daughter of a cruel warlock, she’d inherited his raw magic when he died, but had little idea how to use it. Babet smiled a challenge. “Okay, hot stuff, here it comes.” She blasted white hot energy her way, then watched to see how she evaded it.
Evangeline chanted a protection spell and a clear, invisible bubble circled her. Light glinted off of it, like the soap bubbles Babet used to make as a child. The shield saved her friend from a direct hit, but Babet put more oomph in this volley than the last ones. An explosion ripped the air. Sparks flew in all directions. The bubble bounced, with Evangeline inside it, and slammed into Mom’s privacy fence.
“Hey!” Evangeline struggled to regain her balance. “This is just a lesson.”
(From the Babet and Prosper Collection III.