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The conversation with Grandpa would have to happen at another moment because the Major started training me right after breakfast.
"I've got Sundays mornings," he told me, showing me something that looked like my schedule, but with every spare moment occupied by magic practice. "So let's not waste any of my time. You'll do all those control exercises with Master Bedwen in the afternoon. With me, you will practice."
And practice we did. He insisted I threw small fireballs towards him, one after the other, as quickly as possible. He yelled at me whenever I made one that was too big.
"Never use too much force, or you won't be able to last long in battle," he instructed me, between yelling.
At least he didn't swear; I guess he still had compulsions about swearing at a girl. I'm sure it
