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Spencer Reid x IA part 8

You here alone?

It's impossible to focus on what I'm doing when you're just sitting there, so would you at least talk or something? It's a coffee shop, not a library.

Focus. Concentrate. Feel the power of life surge from the deep dug roots, traveling up through the soil, and tickling the tips of your fingertips before entering your veins. It was most certainly easier said than done. With eyes closed, Anya drowned out everything around her but there was something there that wasn't allowing her to draw in the magic. Maybe she wasn't as focused as she thought. Subconsciously, she began to bite on her nails as she continued to whisper an inaudible spell. Finally, there was a spark. She felt the warmth surge through her body as the roots behind her twitched. But as soon as she felt it     it was gone. Opening her eyes, she stared at the feet of the person who stepped on a twig and broke her focus. 

This is the first year I haven't had to deal with the dreaded "back to school" part of the year and-- wow, I gotta say, it's just great. 

Oh my god, are you ever just-- hit with these sudden memories of things you used to do as a child? Or is that just me being nostalgic?