[ did you know taair is simply having the best time of his life n this academy once again. he is sitting in one of the classrooms with a huge tome open in front of him, poring over it when eupha comes in to poke through the notes. she can see his thoughts over his head forming where he's reading -
Witches invoke magic through the use of gestures, incantations, enchanted objects, potions, and elixirs. With this gesture... and as he moves his hand, she will see him visualize his usual magic, a bird made of bluish white light that flutters in an arc just above his head, though it vanishes when he's addressed. ]
Yes - precisely that, Miss Eupha! Good day. [ sparkly eyed. ] Isn't this place simply wonderful?
[ he looks up...? ] - Oh! Oh. [ MY BIRD ] Ah, it's not actually magic, but - I was just trying to see if I could imagine how applying the technique in this book might be used at home.
[ there's a beat - he closes his eyes and smiles a little to himself, thinking... and this time without the gestures, the bird reappears, doing a loop-de-loop above his head in his thoughts. ]
Week 6, Monday
... I wonder what they were studying here... Some kind of magic?
[ she's holding a diagram, moving the paper closer and farther from her face as if hoping she will decipher it this way. she does not. ]
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Witches invoke magic through the use of gestures, incantations, enchanted objects, potions, and elixirs. With this gesture... and as he moves his hand, she will see him visualize his usual magic, a bird made of bluish white light that flutters in an arc just above his head, though it vanishes when he's addressed. ]
Yes - precisely that, Miss Eupha! Good day. [ sparkly eyed. ] Isn't this place simply wonderful?
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How are you doing that?
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[ he looks up...? ] - Oh! Oh. [ MY BIRD ] Ah, it's not actually magic, but - I was just trying to see if I could imagine how applying the technique in this book might be used at home.
[ there's a beat - he closes his eyes and smiles a little to himself, thinking... and this time without the gestures, the bird reappears, doing a loop-de-loop above his head in his thoughts. ]
It is a spell of my own, though.