his fingers tap lightly against the desk   ,   wand just out of reach.   he’s going to get dean back for this   ,   betting that he couldn’t go an hour without touching his wand or blowing something up.   of course   ,   if he wasn’t such a prideful prat to begin with   ,   he never would’ve accepted the bet.   “   i’ll pay you to fling a couple of hexes at dean for me.   thinks he’s funny.   little shit.   “     /     @screamsofthemuses












