Don’t Kill my Vibe | Garrick + Luna
The morning had started out in a light drizzle, then tapered off into a cool mist that settled across the Irish glen. Having a few days off from his apprenticeship, he had traveled last night to a cute little inn and was planning on exploring the surrounding area for substances that would be good for wandmaking. He carried two journals with him, one half full and the other empty, just in case he was able to take a lot of good notes. He hated to run out of space in his journals. These were numbers 7 and 8, embossed on their front covers.
Garrick set out in the late morning, loving the cool, sort of wet feel that the fog left on his face as he did so. The forest was thick, and Garrick’s pace was slow. He wanted to take his time, discover everything he could about the resources around him. He had to be thorough, or, when he started making his wands, resources might react catastrophically, and he didn’t want a repeat of that.
He was climbing a large hazel tree to get at some of the topmost leaves. He had a theory that leaves that got more sunlight worked better in wand cores that he had yet to sufficiently test, and he needed some samples. As the tree was wet from the morning’s rain, Garrick found himself losing his balance and falling. Thankfully, he didn’t fall all the way to the ground, but he had quite a different problem. His ankle had gotten stuck between two thick branches and he was now dangling upside down. His journals both fell and landed at the base of the tree, and Garrick’s wand also managed to slip out of his pocket to join them. “Accio-” he started to cast the spell before he totally grasped the fact that his wand was out of hand. “Hell,” he muttered, quite unsure of how he was going to move forward from this point.
@magical-muses
