For weeks, you've been watching Justine order around the rest of Cabin 12, all confidence and jokes and aggressively pink glitter. Now she's pale, trembling, staring at her own hands as if she's never seen them before.
"W-what happened?" she stammers. "I don't get it. I—can I—I made that happen, right?" She waves at the tree root, just gesturing at first, and then once more to make it wriggle around in the grass like some knobbly snake. "How does that happen?"
Tears spill out of her eyes, starting to slip down her cheeks. "I didn't want to hurt Sydney! Not really! I mean, I wanted to win the fight and I wanted Sydney to go away." Okay, that's the old Justine talking. "But I didn't want to hurt anyone! Not really. She's gonna be okay, right?"
Her voice rises high with fear until it breaks into a sob. "Does this mean I'm gonna hurt people all the time?" She tucks her hands under her arms, hugging herself tight as if she could keep herself from doing magic just by keeping her hands out of the way. "I don't wanna hurt anyone."