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[COLOR=CCA1A1]Grimoire:[/color] Tiara of Jagged Glass
[COLOR=CCA1A1]Skills:[/color] N/A
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Cassie was pleased with Nick's response. It seemed he had mellowed. Or, at least, he wasn't being an active asshole. Beggars couldn't be choosers. Willow had entered and the coven was all here. 

Cassie was still unsure if she should even attempt anything with the journal, but the others had all tried. Surely she needed to give it her all, too?

Cassie stood up and walked to a space in the room. She looked at the others. [color=CCA1A1]"All right, I am going to give this a shot. Please be careful and, if need be, get me out of it should things get dangerous."[/color] Cassie looked at the journal and summoned her magic. Her eyes glowed a bright, ethereal pink as she summoned her chaos magic. As soon as he did so, her magic seemed to pour into the journal like water. It was like the journal was thirsty, like it hadn't drunk anything in so long. The journal began to tremble and shake in her hands, and, on the surface, an assortment of eyes opened and began blinking at the light. Each eye would grow and shrink, change color, and each one seemed to tell something different and convey an emotion. Fear, frustration, confusion, rage....

Cassie stared at each one, willing herself to stop, but it was as if the journal had latched on and was taking its fill of her magic. Faster and faster. Cassie attempted to slow, to gain back some semblance of control, but the journal would not release. Each eye was lookign as if it wanted more, more than Cassie had within her.

Cassie knew this was a mistake. But it was too late now. Something had taken hold of her, and she needed to get back control. She moved her other hand and latched on to the cover of the journal and ripped it open. As she did so she summoned one of her spells, the Tiara of Jagged Glass that she had used upon coming to this school. As the journal was wrenched open, shards of reality exploded from the page. Walls, furniture, and the poor, unfortunate souls in the room would be torn into as her tiara landed on the page. And Cassie could only stare in horror as the journal tore open and sliced her left hand off, falling onto the pages and dissolving into the ink. [hider=TW: Icky]Blood splurting from her now dissolved wrist.[/hider]

And yet, the magic stopped. The glass on the page, soaked in Cassie's blood, but passive, controlled, and contained. At her will.

Cassie could only say, [color=CCA1A1]"I did it...."[/color] before she fell backward to the hard ground below.