Estelle glanced at the door one last time, her eyes pausing at the barely visible shimmer around the handle that exposed the use of magic. It was just silly, but an effective trick to stop others from walking in on something they shouldn’t see.
She looked back inside the semi-dark room, her eyes stopping on her bed where the broken pieces of the medallion she had tried to give to Isabelle lay. The thing was supposed to show if the person who held it possessed magic — if they did, it would start glowing in a pale blue light that only another spell-caster could see. It wasn’t supposed to turn bright red and shatter.
There was nothing in the book about turning red or breaking. Did that mean Isabelle had some other ability that wasn’t magic? Or that she had too much magic? Or that the medal
