The pitcher of lemonade hovered in mid-air, rotating Ina a lazy circle a foot above the table. Mademoiselle Bernadette Durand stared, her eyes wide, as the woman before her stared placid at the pitcher. If it were not for the light sheen of sweat on her forehead and the tiny circular movement of her index finger, it would have appeared as though she was staring intently at the proceedings. But she was not just a bystander. She was a witch. And the hovering pitcher was her doing.
She was younger than Dette had expected. The image of a witch that filled her head was that of an old crone, bent and twisted with age and corruption, sitting at a cauldron brewing a vile potion. But the woman was far from old.
She was no more than 10 years Dette’s senior. Her long hair was still a lovely honey color, piled high upon her head. Only a few strands showed signs of gray, only the faintest of lines crinkled the corners of her lips when she gave one of her ready smiles. More than once Dette’s had been tempted to return one of Lady Nathalie’s smiles – only to remember her mother’s warning; never smile at a witch. To do so is to invite them to take your immortal soul.
“You must forgive me Mademoiselle Durand,” the witch said, placing a hand to her forehead. A display of my talents often leaves me a bit thirsty.” She lifted the pitcher, this time with her hands, and poured a large glass of lemonade, taking three large, and undignified sips. “For any exertion of magical force, there is a cost.”
Dette kept her icy blue eyes on the older woman. ” And what, Lady Nathalie, is the price you pay? “
Lady Nathalie Bingham smiled, a sad curvature of her lips. ” Only my life, Mademoiselle,” She responded, “nothing important at all.”
From the outset, I knew that I wanted to include some more magical elements in my books. Monsters are a staple of many steampunk stories, so I figured could magic. But like monsters, magic needs to have an in-universe logic.
Even in stories where anything is possible with magic (such as the Harry Potter series), there is a logic that was put into place to not only explain and display its possibilities, but also to make clear its limits.
Some stories make magic a type of exertion on the part of the user. Energy is used each time a spell is cast. Some magic drains so much that the practitioner must rest after they complete their task. Others are drained of their life force as they use their magic, rapidly aging as they grow more powerful, ultimately facing the difficult choice of quitting magic, or finding some way to prolong their life.
I chose a hybrid option. The magic in the world of Mademoiselle Durand is draining on the user in both energy and a bit of their life energy. It will not make you older, but it will make you more vulnerable to physical attack and illness. Both remedied by more magic, but equally risky to the well-being of the magic user.
I toyed with the idea of the use of some sort of charmed item, like a wand or staff, but with Lady Nathalie in particular, I felt a physical item would be too distracting for me as the writer.
I like the idea of setting these rules into place early on. Lady Nathalie makes it clear that there is a limit to what she can do. She knows that every time she uses her magic, she loses another piece of herself. So parlor tricks are not something she enjoys. But to convince poor Dexter, she chose to make an exception.
For the writers out there, do you use magic in your writing? If so, do you have hard and fast rules, or do you let your characters wield greater control and power. I’d love to hear what people think.