Hey Diary,

  Charm magic is an odd thing. Dad has psychic magic, which is similar, but not nearly as dangerous.

  Psychic magic is more… defensive. It gives feelings, vibes. And also insanely painful migraines. Like, if a bear is charging Dad, he can make it think it ran into a wall of pain, or make it think Dad is a friendly friend who only wants to be friends.

  Whereas with charm magic, it goes beyond feelings. I can make a bear believe I am and always have been its friend. Or I can make it look away and forget I exist. And with the Beastmaster class, I can tell it to spin three circles then lay down for belly rubs, and it will.

  Honestly, I probably should never have taken charm magic. But we choose when we’re twelve! I wanted pink hair! And even if I were given the chance, I wouldn’t want to give up cute pink eyes and ears just to get rid of a magic specialty I don’t even use all that much.

  Anyways, I used charm magic on a person, and I should be fined, publicly reproved, and get a staple put in my ear so everyone knows I used my magic illegally.

  But my aunt is mayor. As long as no one outside the family finds out, I’m just… grounded. Mom says I need to learn that using charm magic on people can have serious consequences, yada yada, but then does everything possible to get me out of those consequences.

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  Kinda double standards there, Mom.

  She’s just treating me like I’m still twelve. And Dad just agrees with her, because they’re always united on all decisions.

  I don’t know, a part of me wants to go into town and force a bunch of people to dance or something. Something so obviously evil and illegal they have to take full legal action. At least that would get someone from Goldvale to come over and handle it, instead of Aunt Kimi.

  And from using charm magic with animals, I have it at a reasonably high level. There’s math involved, but I could probably make a dozen people dance for a minute. More, if they don’t fight it.

  I know some people think we need to find a way of banning charm magic completely. Because the potential for using it for evil is just too great.

  But we decide on magic specialty when we’re twelve. Good luck telling all the twelve-year-olds out there that pink hair, while the option is available, shouldn’t be taken. If we could change every year or something, sure, it’d be different. But it’s permanent. So what are they gonna do.

  Wisp said she wants green hair, like Mom. But being a cook with poison magic… has its own drawbacks. We’ll see what happens in five years.

  I don’t know. If I was feeling kinda trapped before, now I’m super trapped.

  I should have made Wisp go back to town alone. Or tied her up and made sure she didn’t follow me. It’s not all her fault, but… It’s a lot her fault. Mom might have not even noticed I was gone if she hadn’t noticed Wisp missing, too.

  I’m just frustrated.

  And I have work tomorrow. So.

  Signing off,