"You'd have fit in well with my crowd," Eliot says with a smug little smile, then adds, teasingly. "And it doesn't seem like you're using the magic to be any less eye catching right now ... "

He is curious, though. "How does color magic work differently than your kind? Does it need reagents, books, rituals? Or is it more just thinking the spells into being?"

Which is convenient, but a kind of magic Eliot will always be a little snobbish about. In his mind, it isn't real magic if you don't have to work for it (never mind that he was the most naturally gifted magician in his year and never had to work as hard as most of his classmates did).