-- magiikisms --
Henry went down the stone plated way that would lead to a rather enchanting forest- or well, he considered it enchanting anyway. It seemed to be rather late, though, and soon enough the sky would turn pitch dark and the forest would be looming with dangerous animals, risen, and perhaps even bandits?
His black cape flowing into the spring breeze, Henry let out a delighted sigh. Even his own pet crow, Greta, sat peacefully on his shoulder. Although the feeling of peace was soon interrupted by the rustling from the bushes a little bit forward.
Henry chuckled, brought up his own tomes book and eventually began to sneak closer. Perhaps the bushes was just populated with a bunny, or any other animal of sorts, but Henry was curious.
“Helloooo??.. If anyone is hiding in the bushes they should come out now! Or else it will.. Probably burn a little, nyahaha!”