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"CONCENTRATE," Madison's sharp voice met her ears, hearing heightened from having her eyes closed. Molly's nose twitched in annoyance - the Montgomery girl was the most difficult of her newfound 'teachers', having no patience whatsoever for tutoring.
Molly would have rather had Violet to help her with telekinesis, but Madison was the witch who excelled most with that power.
"I had no practice when I did the Seven Wonders," Madison complained, fishing for a cigarette out of her tin box and placing it between her teeth while she looked for a lighter.
"Is that why you failed?" Molly retorted, opening her eyes to see her reaction. She received an eye roll in response, the girl promptly lighting her cigarette and taking a long inhale before speaking again.
"I don't know what to tell you, okay? Move some shit with your mind."
"I've done this before, okay?" Molly snapped, increasingly frustrated with her condescending tone.
"Good for you, Dorothy! But you also need to be able to do it at the drop of a hat, not just when your life is in danger!" Madison ranted back at her. Molly's shoulders were tense, trying to control the insults that threatened to fall from her lips.
After a few more seconds, Molly decided to keep her eyes open for the act. She stared pointedly at the lamp, that was stationed on a table directly in front of her.
"You'd think with the big deal everyone makes of you this would be easy," Madison raised an eyebrow, "hell, maybe Daddy didn't spend enough time on you in his workshop-"
Molly's anger snapped within her, but instead of reacting with quick wit, she merely turned to Madison and calmly smirked. Confused, the blonde looked back at the lamp, only to see it hadn't moved at all.
But as she tuned into her surroundings, she found that Molly wasn't aiming for it. Every other object in the room, bar the lamp and table, was now hovering in mid-air.
With a smirk of her own, Madison returned her gaze to Molly after a quick 360 turn.
"Good, I knew that would work."
"Knew what would work?" Molly asked tensely, suddenly doubting herself and her ability.
"Our powers are tied to our emotions. And you know what helps me the most with my telekinesis? Thinking of someone that really pisses me off," Madison extinguished her cigarette in a nearby ashtray, flipping her hair back over her shoulder before sauntering out of the room confidently. Her work with the Second Coming was done, in her eyes.
