His power was prevalent now more than ever, so much strength, so much appetite, and, she now noticed, so much darkness. There was a void appearing beh...nd the surface, his mind was gone, primal instincts now consuming him wholly. Her stomach collapsed into itself. ‘Stop,’ she heard herself mumble. But oh, he felt so good, rocking, teasing, kissing… ‘Stop,’ she forced, ‘Dammit, please!’ Harder, faster, back and forth… Tears welled up in her eyes. Those lazy spring days were long gone, the wild. The way back to Budapest was awful. It was pouring like mad and the traffic jams were unbelievably frustrating. When we got to Budapest airport it was already 5 PM and the worried Esmeralda mother, who looked unbelieveably young and pretty, quickly took the exhausted girls and ran with them to the gate. I never got to say goodbye properly. Anne-Marie was all tears, not because of our fairwell, but because her flight was delayed. My flight was due the next evening and I was wondering what to do. It had two metal clasps on the bottom to hold the flap closed. The metal matched that of the magic box. A long, wide and adjustable carrying strap was attached at the sides. Each satchel was coloured to match the primary discipline of the High Wizard.“So, my dear Micky, who are you?” asked Ricky and he waved theatrically at the boxes. “You may touch each to see if any wish to go to you.”With a little trepidation, Micky stepped up to the six boxes and looked at them. She stood between the Nature. All the usual comments, "Wow, how did you do that?", "I never saw a thing", "Do it again!", etc.I jokingly answered, "I can't do it again. Performing such complex magic is very tiring, haha."Lily responded, "Magic. Ahh! You do magic!"Lily looked and sounded like she believed it, so I quickly said, "I DON'T think so, Lily! Magicians have things hidden up their sleeves, and in case you haven't noticed, I'm not wearing any sleeves, haha."Lily wasn't going to be diverted, "No. REAL magic. Yes?"Lily.