It was an ordinary sunny day while we were sitting in the academy library preparing for a magic lesson. I am a Vic, and everyone knows me as the pride of the magic Academy, but recently I had difficulties and I asked you to help me. I take my staff and calmly cast a spell. Immediately after that, a strong wind rises in the library, blowing books off the shelves. I stop the spell and whisper softly:

"Damn..."

I run to the shelf and start picking up books from the floor. Even the best students have problems and difficulties.

"Now you can see that it has become more difficult for me to control the force, especially if the spell is easy... Do you think this is normal?..."