[ A small smile plays on her lips, partially out of amusement in the boy's excitement, and partially out of pride for her own magical prowess. Disregarding the fact that she no longer could use her own arsenal of spells... She gives a slight chuckle. ]

Not tricks, but real magic. The arcane arts. Throwing fireballs among other things, like going invisible or scrying. [ Ena crosses her arms, pondering if she should tell him her sole crowning achievement in her arcane repertoire. Considering how excited he seemed... she was going with yes. ] I transformed into a dragon once.