<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">At this point, the look shifted from being assigned painfully obnoxious chores, to someone murdering the girl’s puppy in front of her. She’d been using magic for as long as she could remember. To the point where some things were so much a part of her life she didn’t even think of them as magic anymore. Truth be told, she didn’t think of her and her brother’s communication as magic either. That was just part of being twins who were as close as they were. But everything else that she did, from holding out her hand to get a book off the shelf, to the simple act of making her bed. There were a thousand minor things that she did with magic, all of which he was now forbidding. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">“I...I…” </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">she slumped deeper into the chair.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d"> “I understand…”</span>