I smile at Jackie and shrug, feeling something reappear behind me. I glance behind me to find my mom, her aura shining gold around her. She smiles and kisses my cheek from behind, whispering to me that I forgot something at home. She sneaks it in my pocket and I feel embarassed, burning red, "Thank you mom..."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
“Can a magician kill a man by magic?” Lord Wellington asked Strange.
Strange frowned. He seemed to dislike the question. “I suppose a magician might,” he admitted, “but a gentleman never could.” — Susanna Clarke, Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell