"She was weak wasn't she," she said. It was rather fun being able to talk about this with someone who didn't look at her like a freak. And the fire was itching to do something.
"Come on," she said and stood, heading for the gardens and knowing he'd follow. Jeans, v-neck t-shirt and flip flops. You'd think she was dressed for summer instead of winter and the snow on the ground didn't seem to bother her in the least as she walked far enough away from the doors to not be seen.
"I don't need to touch anything," she said and a plant nearby went up in flames in a whoosh.