Laying on her back, arms folded under her head, Clem kept her eyes closed for a little longer. It was nice to just be and soak in sunshine. Sure, she was probably getting the grass stain from hell on her clothes and any second now, the ants would try to invade her bra, but for now? Nice. It was nice. A faint whiff of dandelion tickled her nose and she sighed before reluctantly opening her eyes and staring at the sky.

Her vision seemed as good as ever, though granted, she was nearly a month out from the fight everyone had gathered together to fight the Hallow. It had taken a week before she’d been able to see more than vague, dimly lit blurs. After that, things had apparently gone back to how they’d been before. Which, she thought, was all to the good. She had barely been able to hide her lack of sight or how weird her eyes had been from her parents. Her mom would have taken it in stride and assumed that she’d gotten hit in the head during quidditch practice. Her mom would have been chill.

Her dad though. Stifling a groan, Clem could only thank whatever crazy gods and ghostly moon queens were out there that her father hadn’t sussed anything out. He was the complete opposite of chill and would have raised absolute hell if his sweet, delicate little flower of a daughter (gag. barf.) had somehow been damaged. It was already a fight to keep him from pulling some bullshit to get her out of quidditch. Gods only knew what he would have tried if he’d known she’d been mostly blind for a week. Probably try to plunk her into nice, safe and above all ladylike flower arranging classes for the rest of her life. So really, she’d had a seriously lucky break.

Sitting up, Clem ran her fingers through the grass and plucked idly at random blades. She’d probably sat here way longer than she should have, but the lure of total relaxation had been strong. And hey! She’d had a rest, gotten some sun baked into her bones and she was healthy, relatively happy and ready to kick all the a**.

She’d power up tonight and go hunting. After seeing first hand some of what they were up against, she didn’t feel like she could treat this as a game anymore. Especially now that she knew some of what the Negaverse creeps could bring to the field. The memory of how that blast of chaos had felt still made her skin crawl. Even more than the black lightning that had yeeted her from her body during the Hallow fight. Sure, that had been painful and terrifying. But it hadn’t made her long to pour boiling water over her skin in order to feel clean again.

Clem’s mouth thinned out into a grim look of determination. She might be dumb as a rock when it came to all the things out in the universe. But she was sure as ******** going to make sure that the ones she encountered knew better than to ******** with her or the Earth.

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