Ingrid / Hubert - something about magic lessons maybe? (For the three sentences? Sorry, I reread a fic for them by you now I’m craving more but no pressure)
Hubert swatted aside her pathetic Mire spell with ease-- and Ingrid expected him to bark at her to try harder, or sneer at her lack of magical talent, or even say that teaching her was a waste of his time.
Instead, Hubert crossed the arena and gently took her by the wrists, saying, “Try not to shove your arms out so harshly-- dark magic is not about physical force.”
Ingrid swallowed and nodded, willing away a blush as he guided her through the correct motions for casting.












