A Tiny Witch's Terrible Temper

Previously

…The desire to attend the Grand Magical Gathering still flickered, a hopeful ember, but it was no longer a burning need fueled by temper. It was a gentle aspiration, a goal to work towards, knowing that true magic wasn’t about the power you wielded, but about the wisdom with which you chose to use it. And for the first time, Willow felt truly magical, not because of a spell she could cast, but because of the calm she had finally found within. The Moonpetal, nestled safely on its silken cloth, seemed to agree, its silver light a soft, knowing wink in the growing darkness.