Magic

Harry shook his head. "No," he said, then paused. He wasn't exactly a master of wandless magic, but he'd learnt a few basic spells. Reaching inside himself, going towards his core of magic – a warm golden-white. Apparently the colour was different for everyone, with Loki's being golden-green, Hermione's being a solid scarlet and the Twins sharing a flame like orange – and centring himself. It only took a few moments now, by dint of much practice. "But," he said. "I can do this." And a ball of golden light began to shine in his hand, glowing like a lamp.

"Whoa," Peter breathed. Gwen just stared, gobsmacked. "How are you doing that?"

Harry shrugged. "Magic?"

—-Chapter 20, Party On