““What you do can hardly be called helping,” said Moira. “Your magical ability is so limited and so faulty you can hardly call yourself a witch.” The hurt on Hazel’s face and the way she shrank back from their mother, slightly raising her arms as if to protect herself, made Serena both furious and disgusted. Furious at the pain her mother caused her sister; disgusted at the way Hazel went belly up and took it every time. Hazel””
