"That ol' black magic's got me in its spell."
When I think of magic I think of the card tricks I performed as a kid. Today they'd be magic to me again, having forgotten how to do them.
There is the witch's magic. Toil and boil.
Has anyone out there been put under a spell?
Ah, the spell of love, rendering you a silly goose, getting giddy over Chinese food, swooning at the touch of a kiss. But sometimes magic really happens like that, and even continues to happen, in its way.
I remember dancing together. Magic.
Jumping through a waterfall. Magic.
Being around Logan. Magic.