Of Broomsticks and Magic Tricks {Ethan + Taekwoo}
Ethan let out a sigh and leaned back in his rolling desk chair, eyeing the materials that he had out on his desk. Glass bottles, cork tops, worn paper with faded notes written in ink, and an analog clock which told him that it was quite late in the night for him to be working on his orders. The dark circles beneath his eyes and the way he let out continuous sighs was proof enough of his exhaustion, but he couldn’t get himself to sleep no matter how hard he tried.
For a moment he leaned his head back against his chair and peered over the rims of his glasses at the contents of his office. There were boxes of merchandise, his cauldron bubbling to the side, an entire wall covered in books on potions brewing, spell casting, and charms making, and off to the corner, neatly tucked away, was his broom. He couldn’t help but stare at it for quite some time. When was the last time he had even gone out for a leisurely ride on his broomstick? He couldn’t remember. Months, perhaps a year or two. Far too long ago in his opinion.
Without a second thought, he set his glasses down on his desk and walked over to the corner of his office where his broomstick was, eyeing it over before he finally picked it up in his hands. It wouldn’t hurt to go out for a ride at this hour, right? He gently brushed off the dust that coated his precious broom and grabbed his shop keys, exiting through the back and locking the door before he got on his broomstick and flew off high into the sky. Oh, how he missed the feeling of the cool night’s wind blowing through his hair. There couldn’t possibly be anything that could ruin his leisurely ride, right?
