something in seamus was set off by the recent murder; something that he was still struggling to understand. in an effort to cope, he started writing a letter to his mom just to check in on her and his dad but it quickly spun out of control. what was originally meant to be a short letter turned into almost a dozen letters that he wanted to know if she would pass around ( best to save the owls the effort, he figured, since they lived in small town for the most part ). it was this course of action that lead to him trying - and failing miserably to learn a spell that would let him shrink down parchment.
the problem was that with every new attempt, came a new spark and evergrowing frustration as the smoke seeped into his clothes. this was why he avoided spells that he didn’t necessarily need to know - he may have gotten better but charms still weren’t his strong point. sighing, he looked over to a person sitting nearby. ‘please help me while i still have my eyebrows - i’ve gotten kind of attached to them in the last couple of years, y’know.’ the fact that they were still intact today was a miracle in and of itself.
