"You said it deliberately ambiguous and you know it," Moira retorts bitterly, her own hands curling into fists by her side. She's so furious, the hairs on the back of her arms begin to stand up, as her own magic reacts to her intense emotions.

Moira realizes she has at least one form of power of her cousin, at least, no matter how small a matter it might seem.

"Get out," she tells her, her voice trembling with the weight of her anger. "Get the hell out of my house."