I was ... 28 before I even knew I had magic. Then I got a year to get used to it, was transported to a murder town for two years, where I also got a bunch of memories jammed in my head, learned through trial and error and a little bit of coaching from a ... champion of ... somewhere. It's hazy now. I've maybe been doing magic for about three years. So, don't sell yourself short.
Product of True Love or something like that. Also, destined to be a savior. It comes with some strings apparently. Sure, but please no dragon morphing in the city, I'd rather not have to clean up crashed cars or broken buildings. Chasing Lily was bad enough.