Come on, focus! Connor's eyes opened and looked into the ball. Right. More....swirling. The mist was dark inside and just a bland, gray color. Then the gray turned into an orange, two green eyes in the darkness looking back at him. Suddenly Smaug appeared like the Cheshire cat only he didn't seem like he was at Hogwarts, it looked like his room at home.

But that too vanished and Connor was a little impatient with this. He wasn't surprised not many people cared for this form of magic since it seemed very dependent on a quiet mind, and who really had one of those?

But Connor was nothing if nor persistent. He tried again, eyeing the ball. Maybe he'd ask Professor Morgan for some help?