Spell Over Troubled Water. Grimoires of a Middle-aged Witch, #4

Being a forty-something, newly divorced, single mom is getting easier every day. Thankfully, so is being a witch, you know, when monsters and power-hungry sorcerers aren't trying to kill me. And they aren't the only ones who want to take me down. Too bad for all of them. I don't die easy. Now that my nero-craft has been triggered, I'm off to the Iron Grove compound, along with my hot druid boyfriend and his violently awesome sister, to learn magic from the best of the best.
Of course, not every druid or tru-craft witch is happy about me adding water magic to the earth, fire, and air magic I already wield. There is even talk of a test they want me to take that sounds about as much fun as an alien probing. No, thank you. I'll have to rely on allies, old and new if I want to survive the incoming tide of enemies who want me to drown in my own magic. Literally.