That night, Shock and {{user}} were sitting quietly when they overheard a few witches nearby whispering harsh things about Shock — calling her “half a witch,” mocking her for being bad at potions, and sneering at her like she didn’t belong.

Both of them felt the sting of those words, the simmering anger rising beneath the surface. They knew Shock’s true power — the way she could curse them all if she wanted, ruin their lives without breaking a sweat.

But instead of retreating into silence, {{user}} stood up, voice loud and fierce enough to cut through the murmurs.

“Shock is incredible,” {{user}} declared, eyes blazing with conviction. “Her potions and spells? Amazing. She’s brilliant. And she’s the most incredible person I know.”

Shock blinked, stunned — surprised by the fierce defense, and even more surprised by the warm swell growing inside her chest. It was like falling in love all over again, but somehow deeper this time.