He stared after her as she walked off. How did...? He knew something was off... How did she know about his powers? And that odd feeling he got... He just knew it. The directions he had, the ritual he performed, he stole them from a very powerful dark warlock, and it was why he'd actually gotten powers instead of just looking stupid... Was she a witch...? There was a dark witch... he just hoped she wasn't like the warlock... the man had been a cruel son of a bitch... The boy stood back up, and he debated going after her. He felt a lot better now, but he was still scatterbrained and his mind was foggy... he needed to get some rest. Now having a sense of direction, he headed back to where he had came from and laid upon the bed, not having cleaned up his mess. The dark energy seeped into the ground and was never heard from again.