#Chapter70
Lori sat before his table with his books laid before him, /"I don't study,/"
/"Well, you are grounded,/" Someone spoke behind him, /"So, it's better to just study for the next one week,/"
He got from his table and turned back. A tiny Russian doll sat beside the pillows on his bed, /"Books are chains. They write rules of magic and try to constrict it. It tries to give a reason for our existence. But magic is free, and so are we,/" He walked across his room, and his palms began glowing orange, giving out some shimmers. He waved his hands over various items and they all came to life, the pillows, the cupboards, the tables, the flowers in the vase, the jewellery.
/"Yes, Lori is right!/" They all cheered and the doll shook her head, /"You all really believe that magic has no rules?/"
