Magic on sixth street ~
Patch stood by the desk of his study, his nimble fingers running over a thin layer of paper, its contents clear to see to any approaching eyes. Patrick was not known around town for his magic, to most, he was perceived to be normal, the man who was raising a fallen company from their feet and up to the standards of glory. So when Sofia, a young witch came to be a sort of understudying, it did for a moment catch him off guard.
Though Patch held great power with him, he barely let it show it. He couldn’t it deny it however, that it was set in some unseen destiny that he would help people – witches or warlocks to learn the ways of magic and maybe now was his chance to follow in the Halliwell footsteps of helping those he needed or asked. Today they would be doing a simple Candle Spell to cleanse and bless a room, the act alone was very simple, great for people starting and perfect for Patch himself, to make sure he wasn’t rusty or lacked a teacher’s touch.
In all honesty, this was new ground because to some level he avoided using magic, fearful of letting the power which came to life consume him. When a knock on the door to his study sounded, a deep breath was sucked into his lungs and he pushed himself forward, the door swinging open with a gently way of his index finger.
“Just on time, I thought you would be late, Sofia.”
