Merlin cleared his throat lightly. "Well then," he said, and there was a kind of richness to his tone. He flexed his fingers, cleared his throat again, and with a magic word, he clapped his hands together and then flung them apart, and it was like there was an invisible projector throwing a larger version of what he'd created in the water jug that day. Star systems whirled past Rosario, the Milky Way spinning slowly, and the picture was zooming in a million miles a minute in that outer spiral arm, finding that pin prick of light that was the sun and growing it brighter and bigger until they were sitting inside their own solar system, the constellations as visible from Earth while Jupiter drifted past.
It was obviously highly theatrical, and utterly showing off, but Merlin loved the way Rosario's eyes shone with wonder. "This is how you connect with the universe," he said softly. "Literally. You just need to breathe and be calm, and you will be on your first step to controlling your mind."