“ you’re doing it wrong. ” footprints of muddied brown were left in his wake, aching feet dragging him across the floor as he walked further into the classroom. he spent so much time out in the forest, practicing different forms of magic that he felt out of place when inside the walls of the castle.
it seemed emma was also out of place; doing things people would certainly judge her for. “ your grip is too tight. movements too stiff. unless you’re looking to BLOW YOURSELF UP in an empty classroom in the middle of the night, you might try relaxing a bit. ” // @vanitease