You pretty much hit the mail on the head. My focus was on my work, and I didn’t see magic as with pursuing. My father isn’t a mage, so I only learned enough so I wouldn’t accidentally set anything on fire, or any similar mishaps.

[Hopefully it would be enough to make her goals seem more attainable. He wasn’t putting himself down of course, but he was never more critical to others than he was on himself. He knew his strengths, he knew his flaws, and each day he worked to improve humans further.]

It wasn’t until I got an invitation to Night Raven College that I seriously considered it. It’s a very prestigious school that only accepts mages with great potential, and I apparently have a very abundant reserve of magic which must have caught their attention- but it’s another thing that makes me susceptible to overblotting. It takes a lot of magic to overblot and form a phantom.