No, try to resolve the situation without magic

“Mom, I’m home!” You announced, giving the time to collect themselves before you strode into the living room. Both women were close, and your mom had her fist clenched ready to strike. Rebecca was practically hissing with rage, and when they looked up at your arrival for one horrible moment you thought they were going to attack you.

But the moment passed and your mom’s face softened and her whole demeanour shifted at once into something less aggressive. “Oh…hi…sweetie.”

You looked at her, and then to Rebecca, her cheek red and frustration clear in her eyes. You looked between them again, hoping you seemed casual. “Everything alright?”

Rebecca gathered her things. “Fine,” she ground out, she picked up her car keys and hurried past you. “Get that report done, Victoria!” She said, before making a hasty retreat.

The door slammed behind you.

“What the hell was that all about?”

Your mom released a breath. “Nothing, sweetie. Absolutely nothing.” She gave you a smile, “C’mon, let’s go have dinner. I’m in the mood for pie.”