You can tell everything is going back to semi-normal because my enchanted alarm woke me up far too early so I proceeded to scream obscenities at it for several minutes.
I sit on the edge of my bed. Its odd. Normally Shadow would be getting his tummy rubs right now. I clasp my hand, imagining his fluffy fur between my fingers. I sigh. I get up. Another day. Might as well get ready in case the older students start killing each other again for practice. Older students. Imagine being here for several years. I'm only a freshman and have almost died like ten times. Anyway, too pull my thoughts out of my head and get ready. Shower. Clothes. Hair. My hair is unruly and curly. Full of knots. Since this is one of those reflect on my life and make a change things, I grab a sharp knife in one hand and a fistful of hair in the other. I saw through it. Yes, I actually had to saw at it. Now it just lays there at my jawline, instead of below my shoulders. A little uneven, but I did an ok job. Without the weight of the excess hair, my curls rise up into tight springs, coiled up like a machine. I grab a small box from my drawer. I pull out the small pencil, the wood familiar yet foreign to my fingers. I grab the sharpener and twist it. The wood flakes fall to the ground. The tip is pointed and ready. It has been so long since I have done this, since I have taken a moment for myself. I drag the silver eyeliner across my lids. Just above the lashes. A medium-sized line. Next Mascara. I slowly drag it along my lashes, watching as my lashes lengthen and thicken. I really missed doing this. I blink at myself. My eyes pop under the light. My lashes look like little forests of dark black. I crack a smile. I go to my shelves. They are more like racks, since my room is basically a small armory. I grab my steel bow, the new one. Along with several arrows. Then my school bag. Relatively small, over the shoulder. I grab my room key and slip it in my pocket. I turn off the lights. I close and lock the door behind as I brace myself for today.

Of course I will! I'll magic up some balloons and candles. And there's been some illusions I've been wanting to try. And I have the perfect gift for @Sweetie.

And that dark magic thing, I'm still pretty drained on magic so it will be a couple weeks before I can do that.

Also @Vincent Goodspeed. If you don't mind Dark Magic stuff, I can give you your voice back. Least I can do.

Girlfriend.... my gods... I mean I wouldn't mind but wow so direct girl come on.

¨Its kinda impossible to stop an elf in grieving, so we just had to minimize the damage¨ Wailey gestures towards the center of the room, where a large portion of the carpet is scorched and charred. She leans towards me, lowering her voice ¨Now me and Bailey will leave so you can talk to those two¨ she glances to @Sweetie and @Vincent Goodspeed. I lower my gaze and murmur a low ¨Thank you¨. Wailey and Bailey whisper to each other and leave. I push my blankets off and sit up. Vincents hands clasp each other nervously. His eyes keep darting across the room, looking anywhere but me. Sweetie breaks the horrible silence.
¨Do you, ya know, have anything at all to say Sophu?¨ It sounds rude, but it is just in that typical Sweetie fashion.
¨Did you know?¨ This was directed to both of them
¨No¨ That was Sweetie. Vincent looks down.
¨Why did you not tell me?¨ My eyes stare daggers at Vincent. He grabs a notepad and stands next to me.
¨You were already upset about everything else. I was planning to wait till tomorrow.¨ With this he walks over and sits on the edge of the bed. He puts his hand on my leg. I immediately blush at the touch. ¨Im Sorry¨ he writes. Those words seem to fix everything. My throat seems to not work. I simply lean forward and hug him, grabbing him tightly. Sweetie come over and joins us in our warm group hug, in her typical lovable Sweetie fashion. For the first time in what seems like forever, a small smile creaks across my lips.

I wake up on my bed. I look around. @Vincent Goodspeed and @Sweetie are there, wrapping up Shadow in a white blanket. Their surprisingly attractive sisters are there too, talking quietly, shooting glances at me. Then I feel it. My entire being feels drained, like I have no magic left whatsoever. It feels strange, as I don't often use my raw magic, let alone stretch it to its limits. I look to the white mass that is now Shadow. Quiet. Peaceful. I look towards Sweetie. Her arm is covered in bandages, along with a good part of her abdomen.
"My gods Sweetie did I do that?" I ask, my voice hoarse and dry. Bailey walks over and brushes some hair out of my face.
"Yeah you did, but she'll be alright" She is quick and efficient, just like Vincent. I feel relief run through me. Wailey walks over sits on the bed near my legs.
"What happened is quite normal for elves. Even a best outcome." I was soo confused. Wailey continues to explain. "Elves experience all their grief at once. Its extremely damaging to their magic, but is considered more time efficient. The high emotions tend to distort the elf's ability to control or sense their magic. It doubles as their self defense as they are vulnerable."

guys stop im writing right now. im a slow typer sorry. stop making stuff happen

I feel my entire being turn into strikes of lightning. Sharp. powerful. Quick. Deadly. My magic in its natural form. Not changing. Leaving me as it is meant to be. As each tear drips down my cheek, I feel any awareness of my magic fading. Control is already long gone. I'm not sobbing. This is different. Each tear brings me rage-filled clarity. I look down at Shadow. His dead eyes look back at me. Dead. Calling him that feels strange. His eyes are supposed to be bright, energetic. Sometimes focused and alert, other times full of joy and love. I remember the day I found him. He was abandoned on the streets. Nesting up behind a trash can., you could his ribs through his thick, matted fur. Part of me knew he needed me. I've always loved animals. Especially small ones. Shadow was extremely small at the time. I could hold him in my hands and bop his little pink nose. Now I hold his limp paw in my palm. I rub my finger in little circles on his cold fur. His fur used to be so warm. Always warm. I took him home that day. He was mine. he followed me around like my shadow, hence the name. We bonded, we loved, we fought side by side. And when the time was right, we initiated our blood-bond. Since then, I've felt his heartbeat next to mine, and him the same. We never used my Animal Speak, we just knew what the other was feeling. Now he has no feeling. Just dead. Dead. More tears fall. One, Two, Three. I hear shouting. It sounds familiar. Urgent. Worried. I remember when I used to care like that. I feel hands grab my shoulders. I shake them off and pull Shadow's body closer to mine, as if I could bring him back. The blood on his fur soaks my shirt. I don't care. I hug him closer. Tighter. I will never let him go again. I can't. Or else I'll lose him again. I feel the person's arms again. Wrapping around me. Cold against my skin. Hugging me, pulling me away from Shadow. I am briefly aware of my magic. Swirling. Lost. Mad. Rampaging. I direct it at this person, who attempts to take Shadow away from me. I hear more shouting, then screaming. All from that one voice. Female. Caring. Scared. Scared of me. Yes, Scared, of the girl who has lost everything. A voice telling me to leave Shadow. All of my anger, my grief, my rage, all towards this one person who wants separate me and my Shadow. I hear lightning crackle and hiss.

"That was unexpected" I say simply, my voice rough still rough from the healing. Not that I have room to complain anymore.
"Agreed" That was @Sweetie, plopping herself down on my beanbag. I turn to @Vincent Goodspeed, who is sitting on my bed, wiggling his fingers as he readjusts to his body. I look to Vincent, then Sweetie. "Did we forget to mention we have lots of siblings?" she says as she tosses a sock. It bounces off the wall and hits Vincent in the head, where it continues floating next to his ear. He shoves it away.
"Ok I can understand that, you two are siblings and look nothing alike." I sit down and lean against the wall, in my weird sophu-like fashion. I grab a box and start unpacking all of my new toys. All of my new sharp knives pour out of my bag into the box, along with a few shuriken. "I found the secret armory" I explain before either sibling can ask. That's when I notice it. A small puddle of blood beneath my bed. I get up to investigate. Vincent looks scared half to death. Sweetie is joining me as I approach the bed. I move some of my stuff to side. I reach under the bed, and grab unto something wet, sticky and furry. And extremely large. I grab on and pull it out. Its Shadow. My Shadow. My familiar. My companion. Gone. I close my eyes as the pain in my chest signals our blood bond destroying itself. Sweetie grabs me by my shoulders, hugging me tightly. I feel each tear run down my cheek. One, Two. Vincent is backing away slowly. I can tell. I can always tell. I hear the door open and shut. Footsteps swiftly down the hallway. He knew. He didn't tell me. The entire time. I feel more tears running down my face. I feel my magic boiling beneath my skin. I hold unto it, keeping it tight. But as each salty tear falls to my hands, I loosen my grip. I completely release it. I let my magic run free in a grieven rampage. Not that it matters. Nothing matters anymore. My beloved Shadow is gone.

@Vincent Goodspeed
I found a spell that could reverse @Meanies spell. Since the spell caster is dead, the spell is able to be changed. Also has anyone, anyone at all seen Shadow? I havent seen him at all and I can't feel our bond anymore, as he is my familiar. The space next to my heart where our bond resided feels cold and empty. It sometimes flickers, but disappears before I can hold onto the feeling.
On another note: I was able to re-knit my throat muscles properly. It was really difficult but I was able to do it. My throat hurts like all hell right now, but in a couple days I should be able to talk again!
@Sweetie, I might be able to fix that flicker-y problem you're having. But it would involve completely regrowing that half of your body. Which would take FOREVER but yeah you get the point. I'm awesome and I'm trying to fix everyone's problems yay.