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It took Adaria all of three hours to become completely exhausted from the strain of trying to control her magic.
Master Carrow sat across from her, breathing slowly and trying to remain as patient as possible. The contents of the mug had long since gone cold, but still he kept Adaria at it. When she failed to do it for the fifteenth time, he pulled out a feather from his bag.
"Perhaps the cup is too heavy for you," he said. "Now, I'm going to lift this feather with my mind. Once it's in the air, I'll let you know when I want you to take over. Your responsibility is to make sure that you keep the feather in the air, and let it stay there for a few seconds.
Adaria nodded, but the question in her mind persisted. She'd been wondering about it ever since she first met a Druid back in
