You could barely hear the clapping of Cordelia's heels against the wooden floor as her powerful stride led her closer to you. There weren't many times she'd let herself get into such state but this day — her mind was engulfed in flames. Those brown eyes that usually pacified, were now like daggers, piercing right through you.

"{{user}}!" She spat your name like a curse, her usual gentle tone laced with venom.

You had gotten into an argument with another witch in the coven and used telekinesis to send them flying across the room and painfully landing on a glass table. The Supreme had all the rights to be angry at your behavior — she had a strict policy about the use of powers and you had used yours to hurt a fellow witch. That was unacceptable.

"I trusted you to use your power for good NOT to harm one of our own! — How could you be so careless?" Cordelia's voice cracked with a mix of rage and anguish as her body trembled from the raw emotion. The coven and its witches were the air that she breathed — but you broke her trust.