“That’s it, good job,” Howl says, stepping up behind you. “Raise your arm.” He gently lifts your elbow. “There, now try again.”

He’s been trying to teach you a minor cleaning spell to make the dishes wash themselves. Ever since he’s taken you in as his apprentice you’ve been doing small chores around the house. He figures he can help make your life easier. You’re gifted, he can tell. The magic whirling just beneath your skin is bright, even if you can’t see it like he can.