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To say Wyatt’s been stressed is an understatement. He wasn’t sleeping, he wasn’t eating properly and to top it off Magic School was losing every sense of moral it had. Right down to looting weapons that students had no idea how to use. “Mister Thatcher,” Wyatt raised his voice to get the kid’s attention, fumbling with the object. “I know you’re scared but this isn’t going to make anything better so please, go back to your room and I’ll be there in a moment.” It really wasn’t that often that he used this authoritative voice. Only when needed. Still the kid looked so defeated and Wyatt felt more drained than before.

he’s tired and he’s dirty which leaves him debating which comes first: a shower or a nap. never mind that he’s crawling  (  dark orbing  )  home around noon rather than some normal time after being out not only all night but for a few nights as well. his eyes are sunken in and blood shot, his clothes dirty and torn, and his shoes? he had lost those somewhere between his apartment and the underworld. wyatt hadn’t thought to check and see if anyone were home. it’s not like will hadn’t been sleeping wherever lizzie was these days which meant by all means he has empty nest syndrome. ryan shouldn’t be there... so imagine his surprise he comes face to face with none other than his mother who looked happy at first but then there’s a different expression: one he’s been avoiding, just like he’s been avoiding the manor. well SHIT. “mom, what are you doing here?”

he’d been avoiding everyone including will simply because he felt shame and guilt for the disaster that ended up being a ball. even if it wasn’t his fault, it was his school and he carried that weight. seems it’s time, however to reach out to the other. “i suppose it’s time we talk, alaric.” and indeed there was much to talk about.

Wyatt sometimes wonders how he gets himself into these situations only to be reminded that he’s Wyatt of course. Being challenged to a dance off by a few students, two other professors backing him up, he felt like he had to agree. Times like these, he knows the students need fun and if it’s seeing Wyatt and the other professors embarrass themselves why not? He’s sure Will’s in the crowd somewhere with a camera recording the exchange and Wyatt knows he’s going to have to pay a consequence to make it disappear later. “Come on, ladies,” Wyatt cheered to the men around him but out of the corner of his eye he can see someone. Someone so familiar and his movements slow and he struggles with the desire to look and see if it could truly be or run the other way. “Let’s...” he stammered, “Let’s...” It felt like his throat was closing.

there are things you don’t forget no matter how many times you try or wish you could. there’s no spell to erase it or no potion to ease it. he knows that because piper taught him that herself. magic would only backfire and have some kind of personal gain behind it... so he kept it inside and kept himself away. it’s been two years since she died but it felt like forever since he’s had a hug from her or told her he loved her. he couldn’t go to the crypt with her, aunt prue and aunt phoebe tucked away in. he couldn’t go to the manor and look at her pictures on the walls. he can barely look at his father, look at chris or melinda... because he sees so much of her in them. he can’t look in the mirror or see himself smile because he sees her in him. so when he sees in front of him wyatt freezes and despite knowing people have come back, he can’t even fathom this is his mother. “i’m hallucinating again aren’t i?” his voice is soft and broken, and in a way he sounds so young. a little boy looking for his mother. she was there... wasn’t she?