Your warmth has voltage. You back people out loud, throw doors open, and hold your own seat with a confidence that makes others remember theirs. The sunflower and the black cat both sit with this queen — open brightness, and something unbothered underneath.
The cost is that the light is expected now. Rooms lean on your energy without asking what it costs, and on the days the current runs low, your quiet registers as an event. Being everyone's fire means rarely being anyone's fireplace.
The Queen of Wands is allowed off duty. The charisma is not a contract, and the people worth keeping will tend the flame with you rather than just warming their hands. Let them. The brightness lasts longer banked than blazing.