As I went into grandpa's bedroom, I could see things were bad. The bedside table was floating around, dancing. The lamps were glowing with a bright green light. The smell of lilies was distinct, and the bookshelf was jumping in a musical rhythm. One-two-three, one-two-three, one-two-three. Grandpa was laying in bed, with a sad, empty look on his face. The cream wasn't going to be enough. I had to calm him down a bit first.
My brothers had lost control of their magic a few times, so I was used to dealing with the loss of control. They were kids, though, and grandpa was an adult. I was going to use the same approach I used with them though. Hopefully, it would work.
I went towards him — he was too out of it to notice me, or didn't care — and sat on the bed next to him. I then put an arm be
