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"My magic? I told you, right? I'm terrible at it," she says with a slight laugh.

"You can't be that bad," Balogh says curiously. "Didn't you take those magic classes when you were younger?"

Larry nods and says, "I did, and they were just art and literature classes, by the way. The whole idea is to stimulate your creativity, since the current theory about how magic works is that it's based on our imaginations," she says, tapping the side of her head.

"The problem is that not all magic works like that. Mine is clairvoyance with a side dish of pre- and post-cognition. How does imagination factor into all that? Am I supposed to imagine myself putting a pair of binoculars to my eyes and pretend I'm seeing another world?" she asks. "Not to mention, while I can work out the kinks of my clairvoyance, the pre and posts aren't controllable. They tried to teach me how to control them, but it doesn't want to be controlled, like a pet T-Rex that you got as an adult and you can't get it to play fetch with you," she explains.

"So…you can't toss fireballs around?" Balogh asks, and Larry shakes her head again. "Tried to learn the flashy and cool stuff. Can't get anything done. Maybe all the pre and posts take up my magic? I don't really know, but I'm just a regular person who shoots guns and stuff. The only extra thing I bring is that I see stuff better than anyone else does," she says. She waits for another question, and Balogh asks…