Olivia's excitement was infectious and more than a little endearing. Sorin decided he liked Olivia like this, her eyes lit up, her smile bright with her success. It made Sorin feel uplifted just being around her. He loved people like that.
"I know what you mean," he nodded. "When I first arrived, I was very intimidated by the amazing things the other witches in class could do. I remember my first charm. It burned the teacher and I think there is still a scorch mark in the floor of the Enchantments classroom." Sorin laughed. "But what you can do, it is unique to you. No witch is the same. Do you know that there are younger witches who see your work and wish they were as good?" Sorin gave Olivia a small nudge.