Ness would’ve thought he was hallucinating. Maybe their coach had worked him to the point of exhaustion and he was seeing things.

Because you had clearly just pulled your bag towards you in the bleachers without actually pulling it. No strings attached, no tricks. You’d held your palm out and the thing had slid to you.

He was by your side in seconds, eyes rounded and sparkling with awe, his hand shaking your wrist. “How did you do that? Was that magic?”