[closed] the sieglinde sullivan center for kids who can't magic good

[sadgay]

Characters: Sieglinde Sullivan and Connor Walsh
Date: First few days in Hanabira
Warnings: No tears, only dreams now
Summary: The Green Witch coaches a law student in the ways of magic


[Connor shows up at the place that Sieglinde had designated, at the time she had stated, more or less ready to learn. He has his doubts - how could he not? He is a pessimist by habit, and he does not like to be bad at something, one of those golden boys who had picked up new lessons and skills with ease, who had rarely had to struggle.

But he is willing to try. He greets his pint-sized teacher with a grin.]

So where do we begin, Miss Sullivan?

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[grunehexe]

[Sieglinde flattens her palms to allow him to take the flame from her, watching him handle what she had summoned.

She'd missed this. Teaching others. Had it truly been so long, since she'd had a new disciple? After Olivia, in the chaos of the end of ALASTAIR's mission, the loss of so many in the transfer over to Hathaway... it had become longer than she'd thought.]

Of course.

[She scoots back and does a sort of... controlled roll off her cushions to begin rummaging around in her things, looking back at him with a smile.]

Ready to learn? That is exactly what I expect of a disciple of the Green Witch!

[Candle lighting practice... here they came.]

[sadgay]

[Connor is more subdued as he pours his energy into concentration, so that the flame does not suddenly vanish or go awry. When Sieglinde places the stump of the candle on the table, he carefully transfers the flame to its wick, and pulling his hand away fast he finds that he has lit it.]

Better call 911, 'cause I am on fire.

[And despite the doubts that had weighed him down earlier, he appears pretty pleased with himself now.]

I should be able to put it out too... Let's try just "out". You know, like Macbeth - "out, out, brief candle," and so on.

[grunehexe]

Surely the last thing we need is a gaggle of firefighters breaking your concentration.

[Thankfully, her time in Woodhurst had taught Sieglinde what "9-1-1" was... but, it had also shown her that more modern humans enjoyed things such as "Hunks in Uniform" calendars. She can certainly appreciate that.

She's also thankfully learned some Shakespeare.

Pulling her cushions closer to the desk, she re-situates herself, pulling her own magic from the flame to leave it to him to support it's existence... or death.]

"Out" will serve well. Give it a try.

[She settles

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[With his hand hovering above the candle, he tries to deliver the command in an imposing voice:]

Out.

[As if his rekindled confidence serves as fuel for him, he strikes success again and the candle's flame slowly dwindles as if being smothered. His hand falls back to the table as smoke curls from the wick.]

I can't believe this actually works.

[grunehexe]

[Looks like it was imposing enough.

Sieglinde smiles, familiar with this process of learning ALASTAIR's spells despite how long ago it sometimes seemed.]

Now is the time to start believing, Master Connor. That spell is not even just limited to fire.

[She rifles through her things, pulling a rather stained leather glove out to display with a raise of eyebrows. "Clean or soil an object".]