The rope was hanging still from the ceiling. My eyes were fixated on it, my hands clenched together and my jaw as tense as it had ever been.
’Make the rope move’ she said. I had been trying to do so for over an hour and the closest I got to making it move was when the door opened and a gust of wind blew in, making it dangle back and forth slightly.?
The annoyance was starting to get to me, to handle your magic was to simultaneously handle your emotions and your thoughts- which might've sounded easier than it was.
I tried different techniques, I tried closing my eyes and envisioning it, I tried holding my hands out allowing the power to exude out through my fingertips. Neither had worked and so here we were, with the third and final try.
James was standing behind me, chewing o
