“Magic,” she said.
She saw his eyes narrow and his facial lines smooth out, a typical reaction (although some laughed in scorn (or disgust) and others often swore and walked out on her). This reaction was considered the polite one, but he’d probably already decided that she was a nut, and that he would leave.
But he was still there now.
“Magic,” he said in a bland, heavy voice.
“Yes, magic. Magic is everywhere, and in everything, but magic takes different forms. Magic is universal, but the magic you have and how you use it can be different.”
Ah, a rarity. Pupils widening, his eyes opened a millimeter. The light in his brown irises changed.
“Consider water,” she said. “Broadly, water is the same everywhere, a transparent and tasteless liquid chemical substance with the formula H20. But water varies, doesn’t it? Water can become ice. Water becomes snow, hail, and steam. Sea water, tap water, and river water are different, aren’t they?
“Our magic is akin to water in this way, it has different forms and qualities. You have to find your magic in you and learn how to use it.
“That’s the secret to success.”