Magic's hard work, just do the younger one

"Leave."

Even without the magical boost behind your words, your steely gaze and menacing tone would've likely frightened the fat old biddy off anyway. But by exercising your magical control, she leaves without fuss. Sister Bronte stares at you with wonder and awe. From the thirty seconds, you get the feeling the old cow was in charge and took great delight in bossing about this young beauty. You reach into the old wench's mind as she goes out your front gate, yep, she torments Sister Bronte because of the old green-eyed monster.

You reach out with your mind and ensnare Sister Bronte.

"Come in."

She follows you inside without complaint.