“Hey, what’s with these pins they’ve each got?” Margot asked. She reached for one guard’s lapel, and pulled off a pin shaped like the Tarnover Capital logo. Once it came free, she said, “Eww!” and started cupping it gingerly in her hand, simultaneously reluctant both to touch it and to drop it. “Here, check this out,” she said, and handed it to Kevin.
The moment he had it fully in his grasp, it was like an oil slick descended over his entire body, coating his skin in a layer of sticky grossness that insulated him from everything. That cut him off from the world.
No, not the whole world, he realized as he looked around. He could still see and hear just fine. It just cut him off from magic. He hadn’t realized how much, over the past nearly-decade, it had become normal for him to sense everything magically. He hadn’t noticed it, until now, when it was cut off.
It felt like being half-blind, with his ears stuffed with cotton and his extremities numb. He could still operate — but he didn’t like it one bit. He realized that he’d let out an involuntary “Ugh” that was very similar to Margot’s reaction.