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Practical Magic

She hated being sick.

Wearily, she sat up on the sofa and reached for her cup of tea on the coffee table. Before her father had disappeared into his study, he had made it for her; but that had been ages ago. It was probably ice cold by now—

Alex froze as her fingers grazed the cup. She felt the chilled liquid through the ceramic. As soon as she picked it up, however, the tea was piping hot. Steam rose from the surface.

Did I- Did I just do magic?

Still not believing what her senses were telling her, she took a tiny sip of the tea and nearly spit it back into the cup. It was too hot! Slowly, a smile spread across her face. The drink had been cold, but now it was too hot. She felt like jumping for joy, but that required too much energy.

She could do magic!

Blowing on the tea to cool it slightly, she made a mental note to write the experience in her journal later.

Now it was just the small matter of figuring out how to do magic on purpose.


Prompt (Original Character Boot Camp — Harry Potter Fanfiction Challenges): sofa [word count: 190]