Surprise
The small blue pebble sized lights swirl around my fingertips. It tickles and warms not only my fingers, but my whole body. It's a swirl of at least a dozen lights, wavering, pulsating and jumping off my hands while they chase each other around the room. My room.
I know I shouldn't use magic like this, but it's so exhilarating, so much fun. And this time it does have a reason why I am making these lights, although I am exaggerating a little, as I only need one. One candle on the cake I baked for Gaius's birthday. And one vibrant light to make it look special. Yes, I told you I was exaggerating producing a whole bunch of them.
Moving my hands in different patterns, the lights follow easily, dancing around, creating a spectacular light show. I'm feeling awed at my own ability to generate these intriguing figures and motions, and I forget everything around me, totally focused on what else I can make them do.
Suddenly the door to my room flies open, making me jump out of my skin. I hear Gaius' stern words shouting in my head, about the use of magic in Camelot, about it getting me killed one day if I'm not careful. Cold air washes over me, the lights disappear at once and I freeze. I should have locked the door, why haven't I locked the door...
I turn around and come face to face with Lancelot, who smiles at me in his reassuring way, the way he always does when he wants to tell people that everything is all right. I swallow hard and a small hysterical chuckle leaves my lips. If this would have been Arthur. I don't even want to think about it.
"What are you doing?" Lancelot closes and locks the door behind him. More sensible than me when it comes to this, there is no denying it. I'm such an idiot.
Finding my voice I stutter, "creating a surprise for Gaius. It's his birthday, and he thinks I have forgotten all about it."
"And of course you haven't." Lancelot grins widely, and it's infectious, making me forget the fact that this could have ended in a really bad way.
"Nope." I grin back at him.
"You might want to lock your door next time, though."
"I know, I'm sorry."
"No harm done," Lancelot lays his hand on my shoulder. "Gaius is going to love it."
"Are you sure?"
"Definitely."