Fake Princess
CHAPTER 45
“ Well then, I guess it's time for a lecture. You know, I used to give lectures, while still living on campus, which turned out to be longer than I wanted to admit. But where to start, where to start?”
Paula exhaled upwards to blow the hair on her forehead, then said, “ Magic is a talent, like the ability to sing or learn a language quickly. Some people have it, & most don't. & some people have greater talent than others, as do singers who are more powerful than other singers.”
Maybe because he thought of it as a lecture Paula got rid of the way he used to talk. The explanation, so far quite clear, and I exhaled a sigh of relief.
“ However the analogy is only up to here, because magic, unlike singing ability, has a kind of. Well, you'll see that not everyone agrees with me, but I feel pretty sure about this. I did some research on this subject while teaching on campus, and I think many magicians, especially the stronger ones, felt the same sensation when reaching for their magic. They felt as if the magic wanted to be used, as if it should be used.”
Paula fell silent & I, remembering the sensation I had felt for weeks, the sensation of something wanting to get out of my body, then said, “ What happens if you don't use it ?”
Paula is strung, her forehead is wrinkled. “ Magic will find its own way out. Especially when the witch feels strong emotions, and usually in a very primitive way. For example, you could burn something. You know, that magic wants to be used, and if you don't use it voluntarily, it forces you to use it. So, I feel magic .. different from other talents.”
I don't know what kind of sensation the other witches on campus felt from their magic, but to me Paula's opinion made sense. & it justifies my fear that, if I don't leave Aunt Vania's house, in no time I'll be dangerous.
Paula added while pointing around her study, “ is like a potion, herb, or divination cup, to help you concentrate energy.”
Paula looked at me with an impatient expression. “ You know the cup of divination, right?” I tried to quickly nod, not wanting to make Paula think I was really stupid, but she had already continued her words.
“ It's a cup, it's very shallow, it holds water, you look into it &, if you have talent, you'll see things that will happen, or have happened, or may happen. Sensitive magic, I myself rarely use it. But the principle remains the same, whether you use something as a helper or not. In the end, the essence of all magic is whether you have the power & experience to do the thing you want or not.”
Paula was silent, staring around the room with an agile head like a bird, before finally finding something she was looking for. A silver cup stood on the table near us, Paula picked it up, and placed it on the floor in front of the bench I sat on. The tree was filled with water to the edge.
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