In my room, a cupboard under the stairs, I started to practice my magic. I concentrated hard on moving my bed , but it was futile. After a few more tries I quickly realized that the bed was to heavy and that I needed something lighter to lift. I took a small pen from my school bag and laid it on my bed. In my mind I imagined the pen rising from the bed. After a while I felt a pull in my gut so I slowly opened my eyes to see the pen floating a centimeter above the bed. I could feel the energy being drained from me so I released my hold on the pen. I collapsed on the bed and thought about what I had just done as I fell asleep.
As I woke up to Petunia's yelling I thought all that happened yesterday was a dream until I realized that I was at the foot of the bed and that my school pen that I knew I hadn't
used to do my homework was on my bed.
I decided that today I was going to practice more. After doing my chores for the Dursleys I returned to my room and set to work.
First, I thought about what made the pen float and realized that it was concentration. I always knew that the only way I could concentrate was to clear my mind. I sat on my bed and imagined a black hole in my brain. Then, I took all my worries and put it in a trunk which I threw into the black hole. Once I opened my eyes, I realized that my focus was more concentrated. I the imagined a pen from my desk floating. The pen shot straight out as if it had a jetpack attached to the bottom of it.