Almost on the same page. Matt's nose wrinkles for the nickname Matty, which feels like it belongs to some Natty Light themed cartoon character. But he warms, helplessly flattered, at the reference to his light spell being pretty.
"Everybody wants a specialty," he muses. At the top of the stairs, he turns, leading Harry down the hall towards the suite he still technically shares with the literal Christian devil. "In the sense of like, there's only so many hours in the day, I guess I'm best at wards and abjurations. But the way I conceive of them, that covers a lot of ground."
This would be a great time to say I practice sex magic, except: would it? Anyway, Matt comes to the right door and nudges it open.
Matt's room looks like he's in the middle of moving in or out, the latter of which is the truth. His possessions, such as they are, have been thrown into a trunk: the clothes he wants to keep, an array of scribbled pages and occult paraphernalia. Chalk, candle stubs, silverware filched from breakfast. A number of living plants in pots, vases, jars, and one serving bowl. And near the top of the pile, half hidden by an aggressive mint plant, there's a golden, penis-shaped trophy declaring MATT JAMISON #1 NUISANCE.
Matt sidles past all of that and makes for the bathroom.
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"Everybody wants a specialty," he muses. At the top of the stairs, he turns, leading Harry down the hall towards the suite he still technically shares with the literal Christian devil. "In the sense of like, there's only so many hours in the day, I guess I'm best at wards and abjurations. But the way I conceive of them, that covers a lot of ground."
This would be a great time to say I practice sex magic, except: would it? Anyway, Matt comes to the right door and nudges it open.
Matt's room looks like he's in the middle of moving in or out, the latter of which is the truth. His possessions, such as they are, have been thrown into a trunk: the clothes he wants to keep, an array of scribbled pages and occult paraphernalia. Chalk, candle stubs, silverware filched from breakfast. A number of living plants in pots, vases, jars, and one serving bowl. And near the top of the pile, half hidden by an aggressive mint plant, there's a golden, penis-shaped trophy declaring MATT JAMISON #1 NUISANCE.
Matt sidles past all of that and makes for the bathroom.