Cassie flicked her finger, watching as the red rose sitting in a clear green glass vase on her desk wilted. As she flicked it again, the rose sprung back to full bloom. Occurrences such as these used to surprise the spitfire blonde. Then her parents divorced, and well...life became a clusterfuck of epic proportions. While her magic was blooming before the permanent separation, it flourished after. Fueled by her anger towards her father.<br/><br/><em>"Fucking bastard..."</em>Cassandra thought angrily. She flicked her finger down once more, and watched as the rose turned brown, then to ash. Snapping her head around back to her textbook. They had a test in class tomorrow...class. Leon. Yumi. Cassie shoved the book away from her, giving up on her studying for the night. She could probably just lean over Mr. Rodd's desk, say he looked nice in a sugary sweet voice, and tolerate him looking down her shirt to pass anyway. The old pervert had been at her since the year started. Leon had confronted him once. It had helped, but just enough to make him stop attempting to get her bent over his desk after class, not the ogling.<br/><br/>Leon was like that, the super save the world type of guy. There was no doubt she had a thing for him, but he didn't seem quite as ready for a serious relationship as she was. Cassie knew it was because of Yumi. She loved Yumi, she really did, but Cassie wanted Leon. She hadn't wanted anyone this bad since...well, ever. Sighing, she threw on a t shirt and sauntered to the bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth before she slid into bed.<br/><br/><br/>