Kwei accused me of my magicks rubbing off on him.
At work, he noticed that they stopped making a certain part. When he asked about it, they suddenly got a rush order for that part.
He and his boss were joking around about broken parts (in manufacturing jobs, it happens) and his boss told him jokingly to stop breaking parts. He said “Ok, I’ll break the tools then.” Again. Jokingly. What happens next day? He breaks one of the tools. Not an irrepairable break. But still a break.
So he told me to keep my magicks to myself because magic is my thing. And I just went “Nope. You are chosen. It’s your destiny.”
Now just imagine how much MORE magick would be present if you were actually working there!