No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings
His head snapped up and he stared in horror at his father, mouth slightly agape. He felt a sickening wave of adrenaline rush over him as panic set in. This was so much worse than any of the alternatives he'd come up with; his father being disappointed in him for underage magic was bad enough, but it was nothing compared to the disappointment he'd surely feel witnessing Nico struggle with spells Zenobia would be learning in a few months if she hadn't already!
To make matters worse he could feel his eyes starting to well up with hot tears. It wasn't like him to ignore his father's orders but he couldn't surrender whatever love and respect his father might feel for him so easily. Nico took a couple shaky steps towards his father and fumbled with his sleeve until his wand slid out. I'm s-sorry, I won't do it again. I promise. At that he held his wand out (using both hands for maximum steadiness) for his father to take.
Outfit | Tag: Domitian Zabini | Notes: