“Go ahead.”
Klaire smiled before focusing on the target and pulling the trigger.
“See, I told you. You’ll soon get the gist of it soon enough on your own. You just have to train yourself to find the best possible angle.”
“I’ve done it once. Hopefully I can do it again.”
“It is its complete antithesis.
Fire and ice are two side of the same coin,” she sighed turning the fire around
her hand slowly letting it turn to a block of ice in her palm. “Once you get the
hang of it, you’ll see how simple it is.”
“Yes they are, I always imagine myself to be affiliated with fire but I guess ice makes sense too.” Once the fire became a block of ice Klaire tore her eyes away from it and looked up at the warlock again. “That seems to be the case, it just takes me awhile to get the hang of all things magical. I’m surprised I haven’t blown up someone yet.” She joked imagining Aunt Marge from the Harry Potter series.
“Just a lower it a little more, this part is never an exact science but it’ll get easier to judge with time,” Artemis said with an encouraging smile.
Klaire smiled back at the werewolf before lowering the gun a bit more squinting at the target hoping it would help her aim. Taking the shot, the bullet fired through the centre “Yes!”
“We have a responsibility as human beings to make every single moment count.”
“Her entire world’s been turned upside down. She, especially, doesn’t know who she is or how to even begin to figure that out.”