#dean no .. .. .

        Emerald hues glance down at the book, then back over towards the redhead sitting beside him. Dean, quite frustrated at this point, grips his wand tightly, eyes flitting back to stare intensely at it -- as if that were going to help him improve. He was an extremely bright student, when he applied himself, so it was incredibly frustrating to the elder Winchester that he was giving this class his all .. and still being mediocre in it. Lily offered to help him, but the young man’s patience was obviously running a bit thin at the moment. Exasperated, his attention once again focuses on his friend.        ❛    ---  ..  My wand’s gotta be defective.    ❜