#xemery

It was a game they played; this cat and mouse. Ender wasn’t even sure if his friend knew that they were playing it but oh they were. The mask on his face only covered his eyes but it was the magic that surrounded the party that had his identity hidden. He didn’t look like himself as he strode through the throng of people; his skin tattoo free and hair a dusty blonde that was much shorter than his normal shag length dark locks. Even his eyes were a bright blue as he looked for the fellow witch, wondering which one was his friend under the guise that the magic had covered them all in that night. Perhaps it was a bit cheating to search him out and look for him but the Malikov witch, wasn’t one to play fair. Tonight he was finally going to get what he wanted. 

When he finally did spot who he thought was the other, he slid his way over to him only stopping once he was behind him. Voice lowering he simply said, “how is it that even under the cloak of magic you still smell like books?”