Luka snapped hard, "Sister, really need to meet more of the teachers and staff...I mostly spend time here or in the bush, more at home there than anywhere else." He looked at his books, they were ragged, torn and well read, "Don't tell her about my books, from the sound of it, she will come down on me like a tornado." He laughed at this and studied Alex, he wasn't sure why but he wanted to help this boy, and he was going to find a way.
The Kookaburra faded and Luka nodded, "Honestly, forget everything you know about magic, that's my first lesson here, I rarely use a wand, forget that stuff too." He held up his wand and nodded, "Lacewood, good for enchantments, I rarely do enchantments." He set it on the table and looked about, "True, willpower and confidence are key, that's basic knowledge, but what you might not know, you can be a coward, terrified for your life, and cast a spell that could topple a dragon." He spin his hands, ice crystals forming in the air around them, "It's what you feel at the moment when you cast that is important, you sound like you're afraid of your magic, well, the magic knows." He clapped and the ice crystals turned to snow.
"What you need to do, is sit, talk to your ancestors, learn from them...My family is wizards from way back before the white man came, they were practicing magic for generations, I learned so much from them." Looking Alex over he nodded, "I would offer you ways, but I don't think the school would appreciate if I did." He laughed and looked at the ceiling, "But I recommend that you sit down, go out to the bush, find a good rock...you're a musician, play alone, find good music leads to spirits." He smirked at this, "Play you a good song, listen to what they say, learn from them, you can't learn much from me from this."