Camilla looked directly into Elora's eyes. She made sure her voice was completely clear so the magic would trigger perfectly.
"What a completely rude mouth you have," Camilla spoke coldly.
She took a deep breath. She focused her mind entirely on the white cat.
"I hope," Camilla stated clearly, emphasizing the trigger words, "that Lily doesn't get very angry and bite you till you bleed."
The words hung in the cool night air.
At first, Elora just sneered again. She thought it was a stupid, empty threat. She hugged her pet closer.
Because Camilla said she hoped it would not happen, the magic forced the exact opposite reality to occur immediately.
The fluffy white cat, which had been meowing sadly, suddenly stopped making noise.
The cat's blue eyes widened. Its pupils dilated into large, dark circles. The cat felt a sudden, massive surge of aggressive panic.
Lily let out a loud, terrifying, violent hiss.
