I glance outside, seeing as the cold is rising. I swear and clutch my fists, trying to higher the temperature in the place, my powers not as strong in the cold.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
Poems were like people. Some people you got right off the bat. Some people you just don't get - and never would get. — Benjamin Alire Saenz, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe