I was back to feeling sorry for myself. I didn’t do self pity. It was weak and a waste of time. I had to figure out how to clean up. That was my first plan of action. I lifted my eyes to look in the mirror again and frowned. “You are making this more difficult than it has to be,” I said to the hot mess looking back at me.

There was an easy answer to fixing my appearance. I had practiced living normal for so long it was never my first choice to cast spells for simple things- like making myself look presentable. When magic was used in getting dressed there was a enhancment that came with it. I didn’t like to use magic this way because it was unfair to those around me. They were affected by something that wasn’t entirely real.

Persephone was convinced I was beyond evil, which was absurd. I didn’t even like to use a simple enchantment to fix my appearance. I was half my father. Half of me was good. She was the villian. I wasn’t going to let her words bother me any longer.

Regardless of the nonesense she had spewed, I knew who I was. I liked who I was. Pretending to be normal had gained me nothing in life, but it had possibly been the balance that kept me from becoming my mother. If my using magic wasn’t to hurt anyone then I saw no point in making it an issue. The next few weeks I’d need it more than I ever had if I was going to get my life balanced again. Once I had a job, place to live, and possibly a hope in being enrolled in nursing school then I’d stop using it for the little things. Live like I had been living before.

Coming to that decision, I glanced around to make sure there had been no new additions to the parking lot and I confirmed it was still me and the empty vehicles. Although there was a bit more traffic on the road, the parking lot was still dead. No one here.

It had been a long time since I used this particular incantation. The last time had been Junior year prom. I’d wanted to impress Cody. That had been a disaster. Not only had Cody been enamored with me, so had most of the other males at the dance and a few females. After making an enemy out of every straight female there but Margo, I had decided to never do that again. Yet here I was about to do it again. I wouldn’t go all out this time. It would be simpler. The bare minimum if that was possible. I’d do the best I could.