Life was a game of chess, at least in her opinion. Some people were pawn, others rooks and Bishops. And very Few were Kings and Queens. It was for this reason she kept up with the game. Every Thursday, like clockwork, she went to the park and joined the few others who held amatuer chess games and put her skills to the test.
It helped her with business, and with her own goals. Times were different now (gone was the time of cauldrons, now replaced with board meetings and charts), but she was still the same. Her aspirations were the same, as where her goals. The road leading to the goals however, was now different. She had to go with the times. Her old tricks would not work anymore.
She had her spells and magic, but now technology ruled. They could be a back up, but nothing more. Depending on them would get her nowhere but to another loss.
Calculating eyes studied the board in front of her. Her partner had long left (she'd lost but it didn't matter, every loss was now a lesson and she learned them well), and she was left to her own devices. It allowed her to think. She had nothing against using pawns, but she remembered the last time she'd depended on those. Her adversary (she couldn't call him brother) had perished.
She wouldn't have that again.
Slender fingers calmly started to collect the pieces of the board, setting them back in their places. Time to reset the game, and start all over again.