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The day Magolix forgot how to do magic

It was a morning straight out of a magic storybook. The sun was climbing over the mountain peaks of Meransen, and a wonderful sense of excitement filled the Familiamus. Today was December 17th – the Familiamus anniversary!

But there was one person who wasn’t feeling cheerful at all: Magolix the wizard.
“Snip, snap, twirly-boo – breakfast egg, now spin on cue!”

He waved his magic wand. Nothing.
“Hocus-pocus, sparkle bright – turn my egg to pancakes light!”

Pling.

A tiny spark jumped from the tip of his wand. The egg remained an egg.
“This must be some kind of spell gone wrong!” cried Magolix.

Just then, Martha the owl fluttered in through the open window.
“Magolix, my dear, why should your breakfast egg turn into a pancake?”

“Because everything has to be perfect today!” he replied. “It’s the Familiamus anniversary! I need to conjure up beautiful soap bubbles, send sparkling lights dancing through the air and make everyone stare in amazement. I can’t possibly forget how to do magic today of all days!”

Martha tilted her head. “And what if, just for today, everything didn’t have to be perfect?”

But Magolix was already rushing away. If there was anywhere he could find his magic again, it had to be right here, in the heart of the Familiamus.

First, he tried to conjure a shower of golden stars. Three tiny lights appeared. One landed right on the tip of his nose.

Then he hurried to the swimming pool.

“Bubble, bubble, magic gleam – fill this room with bubbles that beam!”

One single bubble floated out of his wand. And popped.

All morning long, Magolix tried spell after spell. But the harder he tried, the less anything seemed to work.
At last, completely exhausted, he sank into a cosy corner of the Stube.
“Are you sad?”

Standing in front of him was a little girl named Mia.
“Me? A wizard is never sad!”

Mia simply looked at him. And Magolix knew she was right.
“I wanted to make today’s anniversary extra special for everyone,” he admitted. “But none of my magic is working.”

Mia sat down beside him. “When something doesn’t work for me, I get angry sometimes too. My mum always tells me to take a deep breath.”
“A deep breath? That’s supposed to help?”
“We can try it together.”

So they slowly breathed in. And out again.
“And now?” asked Magolix.
“Now we just listen.”

Suddenly, Magolix noticed all the things he had been too busy to hear before: children laughing, dishes gently clinking in the kitchen and happy voices all around him. Little by little, his mind grew quiet.

“When I’m upset, I always look for three lovely things happening right now,” Mia explained. “It’s cosy here. Something delicious is cooking in the kitchen. And you’re sitting here with me.”
Magolix smiled.

“Now think of three things you would like to do today.”
Magolix thought for a moment.
“I want to make the children laugh. I want to dance with everyone. And I want every family to have a wonderful anniversary.”
“See?” said Mia. “We already have a plan.”

That evening, the Familiamus was glowing in a very special light. Families gathered together and everyone waited excitedly for Magolix.
As he raised his wand, that nervous flutter returned to his tummy. What if his magic failed again?

Then he spotted Mia. She smiled at him and quietly showed him a long, deep breath.
Magolix breathed in. And out.

“Dear children, dear families!” he began. “I had planned to surprise you with a very grand spell tonight. But it seems my magic has decided to take a little break.”

For a moment, everything was silent.

Then a little boy called out: “Then we’ll make the magic ourselves!”
“Yes! Let’s all dance together!” shouted another child.

The music began to play. Children clapped, families danced and even Martha bobbed her head happily to the rhythm.

Magolix looked around.
There were no enormous soap bubbles. No magnificent shower of stars. And yet, everywhere he looked, faces were glowing with happiness.

Magolix lifted his wand once more. This time, he didn’t rush. He stayed perfectly calm.
“Twinkle, twinkle, joy so bright – let us all be one tonight!”

A soft golden glow rose through the Stube. Tiny points of light danced through the air like little stars.
The children cheered. Mia winked at Magolix.

Later, Martha asked: “Well, did you find your magic again?”

Magolix smiled.
“I don’t think I ever lost it. I was just so busy trying to make everything perfect that I forgot to notice all the beautiful things around me.”

He pulled a little notebook from his pocket and wrote:
My most important magic spell of all:

Take one deep breath.
Carry on with a calm heart.
And never forget that the most beautiful magic appears wherever people are happy together.

Outside, the stars sparkled above Meransen. And for just a moment, the lights of the Familiamus seemed to shine a little brighter.

Perhaps it was only the glow of the candles.

Or perhaps it was the magic of the Familiamus.

Pssst!

Would you also like to write a letter to Wizard Magolix?

Here is his address:
To Hotel Familiamus
Attn: Wizard Magolix
Kösslergasse 5
39037 Meransen/Maranza
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