[A high school teacher by day, witch... all the rest of the time? How droll, he thinks to himself, utterly sardonic.
She's right to keep an eye on him. Right now, he's like a caged animal. (Or an angry eldritch cat liable to hiss and look for a way to sneak out.) But her magic that disables him holds on steadfast, so without his abilities, he really is little more than a lanky, blond, six foot human man, nothing terribly special about him.]
So that's what all this is?
["This" equates to everything. Her magic that bound him, the one that keeps him from accessing his powers. The windchimes overhead. This large cage she's keeping him in, which is a cage all the same. Henry tilts his head and chances a single step in her direction.]
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She's right to keep an eye on him. Right now, he's like a caged animal. (Or an angry eldritch cat liable to hiss and look for a way to sneak out.) But her magic that disables him holds on steadfast, so without his abilities, he really is little more than a lanky, blond, six foot human man, nothing terribly special about him.]
So that's what all this is?
["This" equates to everything. Her magic that bound him, the one that keeps him from accessing his powers. The windchimes overhead. This large cage she's keeping him in, which is a cage all the same. Henry tilts his head and chances a single step in her direction.]
You're a witch casting... magic?