[Eleanor traced the symbol in the air, precisely and likely accurately. She actually didn't look like she cared to try very hard. Nor sound like it when she said:]

Sense Magic.

[Nothing seemed to happen until a blue butterfly floated down and landed on her wand. Followed by another. And another... and another. A small swarm of them fluttered in the air around the two.

Eleanor sighed and let out a puff of air to blow one away.]

This keeps happening. I don't think it's the wand movement but I'm not sure what I'm doing wrong with the words.