Maybe a week or so after the day out with my parents, I was sitting in my room, a handful of books around me as I sat on the floor, the soft sunlight through the dappled clouds making streaky spots of light across the floor despite the fact the light was on in my room…however all of the books around me were floating. I laughed softly as I held my hands up a little, the books all rose a little as I lifted my hands and lowered when I lowered my hands, they moved in sync to how I moved my hands or even my fingers with pages turning with the smallest of gestures. The past ten-fifteen minutes, I was just experimenting with how many items or how heavy of a singular object I could control with this little control I have over some form of innate telekinesis: the five or so books were pretty easy to manipulate to the degree of even turning pages. I looked over at a notebook as I lifted a finger as it lifted off the floor and opened as I controlled a pen to move to float above it to see if I could write with it, I mean, I could, but it was nowhere close to legible, some practice and I’ll probably be able to. I tilted my head over as I softly made everything revolve and spin as I let my fingertips adjust all of them as they spun like things floating in zero gravity, softly bumping into each other as they floated around me.

              “Sorcerer” Mom sighed as she knocked on my open door, “Alas you couldn’t have been a wizard.” She shrugged; I laughed a little at that

              “Sorry, Mom, if this had happened early, I probably would be a wizard”

              “I’m guessing by the floating array that you’re starting to get a hang of what you’ve got by being my son?” she asked

              “I think so” I said before snapping my fingers as all the books floated and closed as they made a neat stack on my desk, “Why does this happen though?” I asked as I motioned upwards where through the windows, you could see that high above…a cloud was above the house and unmoving.

              “Yeah, that most likely has to do with what type of sorcerer you are, luckily Mystic will help you understand what kind of sorcerer you are and that’ll explain why you’ve got that cloud following you.”

              “Hopefully” I sighed softly as I flexed my hands, it was still a bit of a hassle having to deal with the claws, sleeping has been odd too because of the horns, but the teeth and tongue have been quite easy to acclimate to.

              “The weave shows you anything yet?” she asked

              “I’m not sure to be honest, the ones you said I should be able to cast I can, like this” I said before flickering my hand as five pale blue orbs of crackling electricity formed above my hand, “Or this one” I said as I flicked my hand again and the lights vanished as instead a floating planet was above my hand.

              “Dancing light and minor illusion are some of our bread-and-butter cantrips” she laughed before snapping her fingers as five tennis ball sized motes of magenta flames floated over her shoulder.

              “I think the others you said I can figure out too, but…I can’t tell if the weave came me something yet.”

              “You’ll get ahold of it” she said with a soft nod and smile, “You might be a little behind your classmates at Mystic, but…I’d say I know you pretty well” she said as I laughed at that and she shrugged with her heavily inflected tone, “I know that that is where you strive.”

              “What under pressure?”

              “You like a deadline” she shrugged, “You like being held to criteria; you like rules, guidelines and things to follow like that.”

              “It’s that slight Asperger’s” I said quietly as she laughed in response

              “And you’re seemingly taking to magic well, so I know you’ll take to the magic schooling well too”

              “Hopefully”

              “You done any flight training?” she asked, leaning on my doorframe, her single set of arms crossed, but her hair down in a thick braid softly smoldered down towards the bottom third and her huge horns of porous lava stone curling up and over her head, her arms still had that fade to it and her large claws softly glimmering in their gilded tone, eyes lowly glowing like a bundle of smoldering embers.

              “Just around the room” I said motioning to how a poster or two were now a little cattywampus.

              “Little target practice?” she asked, fangs sticking out past her lips a little as she smiled and asked that with a soft laugh.

              “Target practice?” I asked a bit confused at the connotation of what she had said, she just nodded behind her a little.

              “We can see if the weave gave you anything that needs it” she said with a smile as she motioned for me to follow her.