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Louise de La Vallière strode towards her room purposefully. A large tome was held in her arms. Her head was held high and she couldn't have stopped the grin that lighted her face up had she wanted to. Today had quite possibly been the best day of Louise's life. The product of ten years of hard work, tears and prayers. All her wishes, well those about her magic, had been answered. Yes, this was possibly one of the best days ever, and the best day she'd had in her life so far.
And to think she had to thank Guiche! That was truly laughable. Yet if he hadn't pushed her, how long would it have taken her to practice her magic again with all of her on-going projects? Speaking of which… Louise looked over her shoulder. Yes, they were still following her. Good.
Reaching her room, she opened the door, checked they came in with her and closed it. Then, she pointed her wand at the lock, something she'd only tried once, and muttered a spell. "Ir, Lock." Two sounds rang simultaneously. The click of the lock closing with magic, and a small triumphant sound as another rectangle appeared. Louise's grin stretched even wider. Then she raised her wand, spun it in a slow circle and chanted, "Haegel al Lagi, Tranquility." Had the spell not created muted sound, that blessed sound would have been heard as yet another rectangle popped up among the many such figments already surrounding Louise.
Louise's grin could have split her face in two.
Her shoulders trembled.
First a giggle escaped her lips, then chuckles which grew into peals of laughter, bright and clear. When Louise finished laughing, she was red-faced and out of breath, and tears ran down her face. Sniffing, she noted to herself that the spell of tranquility had already faded. She would have to work on that, but, she couldn't help but think, it was working to make a spell more successful rather than successful at all.
That was right. She could now levitate thing instead of picking them up and walking everywhere. She could lock her doors and shroud her room for peace and quiet. She could light candles without having to look around for the tinderbox. The tinderbox! She could brew potions. She could create fire and move the earth. She could fly.
It was both wonderful and astonishing. Louise had stubbornly hung onto the belief she could do magic for years, telling herself over and over that she could do it. After ten years as a functional commoner living among nobles, she was perhaps the only mage in Halkeginia that had a true inkling and respect for the power of magic. It filled her with awe. She, Little Louise, a mail and a half tall waif, could do all of that. She could fly.
She could fly!
Louise sniffed and started crying again. However, unlike many times in the past, these tears were of joy.
Louise could fly.