#youngwarlck

                    electricity. motor vehicles. history. there’s a multitude of topics to learn of, a millennia’s worth of information to absorb. it’s no doubt that rowena could be found in the town’s public library & it’s surrounding cafe, her table filled to the brim with books, hand grasping a ball pen, & trying to relearn how to write properly while taking notes of what she’s reading. letting go of the pen, the witch straightens up from the slight slumped posture she’d taken, fingers massaging her tired knuckles, & gaze glancing away from the heavy texts to the streets across. 

                    one sight caught her eye before the rest, a familiar figure that she’s last seen back in the lands of hogwarts.  “  merlin ?  ”  rowena voices to herself, confusion clear in her tone. her mother’s teachings prevent her from shouting & her self-inflicted rules of safety discourages pulling out her wand, thus her next action, asking the table nearby to watch over her books as she paces to his direction.  “  merlin ! slow yourself !  ”