thinking about Beldaruit- a disabled witch- taking in this child with no memories that they found half-drowned in a coffin with one of his eyes stolen right out of his head, and hearing people talk day in and day out about how this child is strange, and wrong, and doesn't belong here, and he'll never make it as a witch anyways because he's only got one eye, and instead of giving up on him or listening to all that talk, he takes that child on as his apprentice, and basically im feeling shrimp emotions



















