Silas only wished that his parents had seen fit to deliver the object of his wishes to him. He would have liked to wear that ushanka of Grandfather's about now, fashioned from the skin of a cub his grandfather had trapped on one of his African safaris, to bolster his own spirit. As had Daniel in the lion's den, Silas walked into class with his chin high and his eyes wide open, with only his faith as a shield.
He only carried his wand to ensure that Professor Lissington wouldn't yell at him for not doing so. Wands seemed quite important to magic in these classes, but Silas alone appeared to know the true key ingredient. Even if no one else was willing to follow him yet, he would abide by countenance alone. The boy spoke softly but firmly, repeating the prayer as a mantra to himself as well, "Your spells cannot harm me. Though I walk through darkness, I will not fear. Your spells cannot harm me..."
Whomever he faced, Silas would not face him alone. The mightiest of magic was on his side, and he had faith in Him who would wield it.
He only carried his wand to ensure that Professor Lissington wouldn't yell at him for not doing so. Wands seemed quite important to magic in these classes, but Silas alone appeared to know the true key ingredient. Even if no one else was willing to follow him yet, he would abide by countenance alone. The boy spoke softly but firmly, repeating the prayer as a mantra to himself as well, "Your spells cannot harm me. Though I walk through darkness, I will not fear. Your spells cannot harm me..."
Whomever he faced, Silas would not face him alone. The mightiest of magic was on his side, and he had faith in Him who would wield it.
Charms Skill: Terribad
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