Here is the other side of your room. Your bed, entrance, magic boxes, and pentagram are all visable from this point. You like this part of the room because that's where you sleep, and the pentagram gives anyone entering a certain feeling of unease as they enter. You enjoy making other people feel certain ways about miniscule things, such as the decorum of a wagon, the way they should talk to you, and how loudly a person should sound in a vaccum.
You also like magic, as aformentioned me explained about you, and you have a set of magic boxes that are stacked in a way that you can saw a person however many times you want and they only being slightly damaged. That's how you're such a good magician, you're already dead. And as such, you can saw yourself in half, spend an hour underwater, or worse, pick a card at random. You and your father like to go around streets of Nola just doing freelance magic, and you're his assistant. You wear a red tutu, a sequence dress, and a pair of tapshoes. You have fun doing this too, but that was a while ago, and you're in highschool, and highschoolers don't do things like that...
You look above your bed at the most childish thing you own.