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Magnus had gotten into a stupid scuffle in a tavern once again. The other guy had a bit of an attitude with the bartender and he felt like he should stand up for the guy.

Now he was nursing some bruised knuckles and a black eye. It wasn’t too difficult of a fight, but Magnus certainly underestimated the guy’s punches.

I saw this and thought “does this make taako the concerned parent of the companion” but then i realised it’s taako and thought it would be like “no one throws my boy into danger except me”

he heeds his instructor’s advice, adjusting his stance like he’d been shown, holding his wand low and at the ready. lessons had been going quite well and, quicker than either of them had anticipated, angus was already learning quite powerful spells. they’d had to find another place to practice after the incident in the cafeteria ( and the resulting lecture from the director about destruction of bureau property ), but now used the training room often frequented by the regulators and magnus. this meant angus could practice bigger, more battle-focused magic, using the various training dummies as targets.

the elf stood behind him, watching the form with which he casted each spell, offering tips that would help angus not hurt himself as he moved towards what taako fondly referred to as ‘big boy magic.’ he nods to his teacher before casting again, and in an instant there’s a large, white fireball propelled from the tip of angus’ wand. he feels slight pushback, but stands his ground, doesn’t slip and fall this time. the fireball makes contact with the dummy halfway across the room in a flash and leaves it ashen and smouldering. 

“Listen I’m not sayin’ we should 100% prank Magnus but — we should totally 100% prank Magnus.”

he’s pensive for a moment, gaze falling to his feet, to look at the sizeable hole taako’s pointed out. he wiggles his big toe, which he can see almost entirely, poking out of the end of his worn leather shoe. huh… how long had that been there? 

the clothes he’d been wearing when he arrived at the bureau were, for the most part, his only ones ( well, minus the bureau-branded t shirts and hoodies he’d been given by lucretia, as well as a few other odd items he’d picked up from other members or the fantasy costco ), so it’s no wonder angus has worn them out. however, he’s reluctant to part with them, despite the wear and tear. his beloved grandfather had picked these out for him, one of the last gifts he’d given to angus before his passing many months ago.