Your father answers a sharp knock at the front door. You think little of it, wrapped up in your studies on the floor of the messy office. You place the quill in your mouth as you lay the tomes side-by-side, cross referencing theoretical equations. You’d always been gifted with magic, but you couldn’t resist the pull that had you studying deeper and deeper every day. Your eyes lift towards the hall as your father’s voice mixes with that of an unfamiliar man, seemingly arguing.