“Tension pulled my shoulders tight, and I prayed my conversation skills were better than my magic.”
“I pull my power more tightly around me like a magic binky.”
“Of music! Then pray speak aloud. It is of all subjects my delight. I must have my share in the conversation if you are speaking of music. There are few people in England, I suppose, who have more true enjoyment of music than myself, or a better natural taste. If I had ever learnt, I should have been a great proficient.”
“I close my eyes and I can see a better day. I close my eyes and pray”
“I sit with my knees pulled in tight and my arms wrapped around my shins. I can no longer feel my feet, as if blood refuses to spread so far from my heart.”
“I’m not good at talking. Can’t I just nod my way through a conversation? It’s better than nodding off.”