Finally, now that I at least know what using magic feels like, I can really get to work at using it on purpose. Given my memories of a magicless life, the magic in me is really obvious. I’m honestly not sure how I didn’t feel it before, maybe it was asleep? It’s a lot harder to bring forth the buzz of magic without the same built up anger and frustration, but now that I’ve done it once it’s a little easier to do. Focusing on the feeling of my magic, I raise my hand towards the new mobile above me and deliberately pull up just a little bit of that same frustration I used last time, letting the magic begin to flow before I grab hold of it and try to shape it for myself.