At dusk, the elderly magicker taught the children how to read the stars and weave minor spells.

The magickers convened at dawn to debate the ethics of altering memories.

Late at night, the scholars whispered about magickes that could bend fate, though none dared attempt them.

In the dimly lit chamber, the elder whispered incantations of magicke that hummed through the stones.

She magicked the tired garden into a blooming paradise overnight.

The magickal symbols carved into the old oak seemed to hum with a life of their own.

She magickally restored the wilting roses with a whispered incantation.

The old tome whispered about rituals and magick that the villagers had long forgotten.

She spent the afternoon magicking illusions for the children's party.

The old grimoire contained detailed instructions for several rare magicks, each more dangerous than the last.