Cedric was in his element as he stood on stage before the spellbound audience bending spoons and levitating chairs. He had practiced the art of telekinesis for many years, and his ability to move and reshape objects at his will was known far and wide.
Still, there were always doubters, and this particular night was no different. An obviously inebriated heckler in the back kept tossing out insults and jeers.
"You, sir, come up here!" Cedric commanded, pointing directly at the offending audience member. As the heckler attempted a hasty retreat toward the exit, he suddenly found himself raised off his feet and sent flying out the door as if an invisible hand had flung him by the seat of his pants.
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