It is still hard to believe that I actually have magic. The whole multitude of possibilities is simply amazing, and I would have never dreamed of it to be possible. And today it is finally the day on which we will learn about the source of this wondrous talent, and explore the possibilities within. The description given by people who have already seen their magical core, felt the energy within and experienced their magic sounds wonderful. I cannot wait to try.

Until this lesson, I never even considered magic to be used subconsciously. It is there, but I would have never imagined that it is as essential as breathing. I mean, only a couple of months ago I would have said that it is easily possible to live without magic, but to live without breathing is just as impossible now. Astounding. Looking back to my childhood, there are certain moments when I could have realised my magic, but I never did. Whyever this happened, I will never know. But just thinking about it: When falling down, even if I hurt myself, my favourite clothes would remain unharmed. This should not be possible. But I wanted them to be whole, and they were repaired by my magic, probably. Or lifting heavy things, they always seemed to hover a bit and not crashing down on my feet. And now, I will experience what actually made all of this possible. My core, my magic.

Turning inwards, forgetting what is around me and just focussing on myself is hard. Doing it means that I am not in control, that anything could surprise me. But it should be worth it, and I am not alone. Hopefully, I will be safe. Focussing on my breathing, I slowly manage to calm down, to feel my heartbeat, to be in total harmony with my body. As my body calms slowly down, my mind does as well, feeling instead of thinking, seeing instead of observing, just being there. And after a while, I finally find a little ball of energy. Its glow is amazing. A golden hue of light surrounds it, with streaks of colours in it. My centre, at last, my little golden-blue feeling of home. Carefully, I hold out a hand to touch it, to experience it. It looks solid, yet it is changing every aspect in every second. It is ever changing, but stays just the same. It's home. It's my safe place. Touching it, a warmth flows through my veins, a feeling of my mother's loving embrace, my father's pat on my shoulder saying "Well done". I feel as if my little tom cat at home is licking away the tears I cried following his death. I'm comfortable, in good hands. This is simply amazing. I never want to lose this focus again.

Following instructions, I take my wand in my hand. Its warmth, though hard to believe, is even more amplified than it has ever been before. We are one. It is not just a piece of wood allowing me to practice magic, it is a piece of me. We are a unit, we are never to be seperated. We are a team. Slowly, I try to direct some of this home-like feeling into my wand, trying to show it. It works. My wand is soaring joyfully in my hand, it seems. We are one. A small shower of sparks appears, mixing blue and gold. A golden hue surrounds us, trying to overshadow the blue. We are one.