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and Greens are also very globally minded. My parents are two perfect examples of Green Witches using their power for the good of all. They don’t worry as much about spirit as Whites or Blacks; they are more concerned with the here and now.
    Somehow the three paths balance each other, but, I wondered, where did Red fit in?
    Unfolding myself from the floor, I crossed the room to my dresser and pulled out a slim red candle and a matchbook. Mom relied on her herbs, and Rochelle had her old deck of Tarot cards, but I had always preferred to use candles for divination. I guess fire suits me.
    Sinking down onto the floor, I crossed my legs into full lotus and closed my eyes. After whispering a quick prayer for clarity of sight, I lit the candle and placed it on the floor in front of me. I stared at the flame, shutting my mind down to all other sensations. As my vision focused and my breathing slowed, I began to feel words in my mind. I let them come, knowing I could analyze what I learned later. I breathed in and out and watched the red candle until it was nothing but a puddle of wax on my bedroom floor. Just as I started to shake myself out of my trance, my cell phone buzzed beside me, and I grabbed it, hoping that Justin was calling to apologize.
    My heart fell when I saw the message. It was a text from Rochelle, wanting me to meet her for a movie. I was tempted to say no, remembering our conversation yesterday, but I needed to think about something other than magic. I was getting burnt out. There would be time later to think about what I’d seen in the candle flame. Just in case I forgot, I jotted down some notes to look over when I got home.
    I texted her to say I’d meet her at the end of my street in fifteen minutes. Straightening my stiff legs, I got off the floor and started getting ready. I probably could have told my parents, but I was still mad at Dad over his reaction the night before. Besides, they hadn’t come up to my room to bother me when they got home from work, so maybe they didn’t want to deal with me right then, either.
    Instead of going downstairs, I opened my window and climbed down the massive ash tree right outside my window. I had done it many times. There was something thrilling about sneaking out, even though my parents were usually easygoing. I never had to sneak out, but I liked the rush.
    I reached the last branch and dropped silently to the ground. My heart was pounding, and I felt dizzy with adrenaline. For the first time since I’d met Hecate, I felt like myself again. I ran to the corner of the street, fighting back the urge to laugh, and hopped into Rochelle’s waiting car.
     
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    The movie was some stupid zombie flick, but that didn’t surprise me. Rochelle always picked the worst movies! Still, it was good to hang out with her like nothing had changed. I was on edge, but she didn’t bring up Red magic or Hecate, and I was grateful. After the movie, Rochelle wanted to stop at an all-night diner, but I just wanted to go home and sleep; I kept clinging to the idea that everything with Hecate might still be an awful dream. Rochelle seemed annoyed, but she took me home anyway.
    The house was dark when she dropped me off, and although I was relieved, I felt a twinge of loneliness. I hadn’t seen either of my parents since the blowup last night. Were they avoiding me because they were afraid of what I had become? Or did they think I was angry and they were trying to give me my space? Either way, it was weird not to have spoken to them at all in over twenty-four hours. I used the front door, noisily letting myself in with my key. I sort of hoped I’d wake them up and they would come ask where I had been, but the house remained silent. As I climbed the stairs to my room, I promised myself that I would at least come downstairs for dinner the next night.
    Even though it was past midnight, I wasn’t all that sleepy. I looked at the notes I had scribbled after my meditation one more time,