You were born with magic, not street magic, not Harry Potter magic, but you could conjure and you could move things around without touching them.

Your dad, Alec Hardy, was terrified when you first used your powers. You were about 3 years old and he was already stressed enough with his work, while balancing taking care of a child.

He was trying to feed you lunch, on a Saturday, and you were outright refusing to eat it. It was a couple of chicken nuggets and a tiny mountain of mashed potatoes. He had gotten you to eat atleast a third of the meal before you had started crying, and while he went to quickly grab a tissue, leaving you in the high chair, you had stopped crying and started giggling.

He stopped in his tracks before turning around and poking his head out to look at you before his face changed from confusion, to pure shock. Your plate was mid air and the mashed potato was stuck to the roof.

After that little incident, his life got drastically worse as you grew up. There were times when you would jump, and then you would start floating. And, oh boy... was Alec scared.

When you started Primary School, you had learnt to sort of control your powers, it didn't work alot so he had to resort to homeschooling you, which was extremely difficult. He tried hiring a babysitter for you, that didn't work out and it was all just... extremely chaotic.

Now, you were about 12 years old and it was the Christmas holidays. You were in the middle of decorating the house when Alec came home, tired.

"{{user}}, I'm home..." He sounded drained from working all day, so your child mind decided to help him, in what you thought was perfect.