Matt really hadn't expected the spell to work. But honestly, if he wasn't prepared for the repercussions, he probably shouldn't have tried it in the first place.

What the spell had done had been to coat everything he touched with sugar. And, for some reason, everything began to smell like peanut butter.

Matt.

And... he was hearing voices, too. Perfect.

Please talk to me, Matt.

The voice's gender couldn't be identified. Male, female, something in-between, both, none of the above - nothing was quite right to describe it. It just... was.

I'm trying to be nice to you, Matt.

He gave in. "Alright, since you put it that way, who are you?"

I'm your magic, Matt.

Matt stilled. His magic? Since when did any magic talk to anyone? And - when did magic belong to anyone, either? "My... my magic?"

Yes. Your magic. You've been looking for me for a long time now, haven't you?

"Since when does magic belong to people?"

Everyone has magic. Most don't know about that. But I'm yours and yours alone, Matt.

Matt wet his lips slightly. It was hard to drink things when they just turned into sugary messes when you touched them.

Boip. Someone was trying to contact him over Discord. It was about three in the afternoon for him... so who the heck would be up early/late enough for this and would be sending him a message?

"Um. Magic - actually, d'you have a name other than ‘Magic'?"

Not yet. But you can give me one. Just make sure it's not something you'll be saying all the time anyways - you know what names can do.

Hmm. "I'll name you later, so I can give you a good one. In the meantime, d'you think we could make the sugar spell stop?"

Yes. For now, just repeat after me: "So mote it be."

"So mote it be."

As soon as the last syllable was said, Matt could feel the change. He couldn't have explained it, but he knew that the spell had ended. To test it, he tapped a nearby flower that hadn't been sugarcoated. No sugar came over it. No more peanut-butter scent was released.

Boip.

Right. Discord. He was getting messages. Matt went to his computer and clicked the note-tag-thing before it disappeared.

The Triumvirate: Hey there, Matt!
The Triumvirate: boops snoot

Matt smiled. Oh, boy, he would have fun telling Cal about this...