Stacey raised an eyebrow, her eyes flaring red. She absolutely hated it when someone spoke to her like that. She was raised to not take any sh!t, and she didn`t. She put her hand on one hip, the image of a pissed teenager.
"My magic is different, but you don`t know what all I can do." She said calmly. She probably deserved a round of applause for that little fact alone. When she was mad, she was mad. "I know I still have you wand, but that doesn`t mean anything. I know you can still snap me if you wanted to. But one of the things that makes me different than you is the fact that I have a voice inside my head." She glanced at Lavy. "Not the normal voices like everyone else, but a single voice that`s trying to take me over from the inside out. His name is Jonathan, and he`s my uncle. How do you think he tracks me?"
While she spoke, she was carefully building up all of her blocks, just like Ginny had taught her, and started pushing her powers away from herself. Ever so slowly her eyes turned the warm brown that was her supposed natural color, and she couldn`t use her powers at all unless she took down her mental walls.
((Yeah, but Stacey`s defensive and hormonal. =) ))