KC and the class of 09' magicians

"There's all kinds of magic KC, the type that fixes you up no matter how many times you fall, the type that gives you an edge over other people in a competition, there are so many types" She explains grating the okro fingerlings lazily. I ponder on what she has said for a long while before finally speaking up

"What's your magic?"

"I can't tell you" she replies, giving me a wink

"Can't or won't?" I push feeling strangely deflated

"Oh, so you're a grown up now eh? trying to play smart and what not" she counters, still smiling.

"You don't have to tell me, I know it already, its pretty easy to tell" I assure her shrugging, knowing it's a bluff, but she doesn't need to know that.

"Mhmmmn"

"What's my magic going to be?" I ask, drawing my stool closer to where she's sitting in the dimly lit kitchen. I take over the grating from her as she turns her attention to the pot on the stove.

She cranes her neck around to look at me, her brown eyes big and full of knowledge, but the answer she gives shocks me dumb.

"I don't know KC, I guess you'll have to find that out for yourself"