”Hey now,” he said with a mock scowl, “I was just trying to help you practice. Besides, I read the questions, you give the answers, I learn then answers—it’s a better strategy than watching me fail.” What he didn’t (and wouldn’t) say was that he was appreciative of their kindness; he was embarrassed enough of his failures as it was, and he’d hate to let them know that.
He eyed the reformed candlestick with suspicion and held his wand carefully. He glanced up between the girls, too focused on getting it right to be aware of the shift in their demeanors, and then cast the spell.
There appeared a vase—one that looked bumpy and sculpted by a ten-year-old, but a vase nonetheless.
He looked up at Sloane and Alice with a bright, proud smile. “See? Not totally useless.”
He eyed the reformed candlestick with suspicion and held his wand carefully. He glanced up between the girls, too focused on getting it right to be aware of the shift in their demeanors, and then cast the spell.
There appeared a vase—one that looked bumpy and sculpted by a ten-year-old, but a vase nonetheless.
He looked up at Sloane and Alice with a bright, proud smile. “See? Not totally useless.”
