[ Matt smiles faintly, a touch rueful as he realizes Koby isn't exactly jumping at the chance to hit Charles up. He gets that. He wouldn't want to learn magic from just anyone. And a recommendation isn't quite the same as trust in one's potential tutor.
He's in the middle of considering whether he can responsibly volunteer to pass on the shielding tips and tricks he's learned thus far--a proposition that strikes him, at best, as a psychic game of whisper down the lane--when Koby lets fly a volley of questions. Matt's eyebrows climb.
It has the sound of things Koby's wondered before, potentially many times. Late, lonely night thoughts. Matt considers his approach, cognizant that Koby's looking to him for some form of guidance. But he isn't sure what he can say besides the truth. ]
Actually ... magic was the first thing I felt like I was any good at, [ he admits. He smiles faintly. ] I did have questions, and worries, but they were more like--"is somebody gonna find me out." Will my parents freak out, will they send me someplace. Why isn't there anybody else like me at school.
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He's in the middle of considering whether he can responsibly volunteer to pass on the shielding tips and tricks he's learned thus far--a proposition that strikes him, at best, as a psychic game of whisper down the lane--when Koby lets fly a volley of questions. Matt's eyebrows climb.
It has the sound of things Koby's wondered before, potentially many times. Late, lonely night thoughts. Matt considers his approach, cognizant that Koby's looking to him for some form of guidance. But he isn't sure what he can say besides the truth. ]
Actually ... magic was the first thing I felt like I was any good at, [ he admits. He smiles faintly. ] I did have questions, and worries, but they were more like--"is somebody gonna find me out." Will my parents freak out, will they send me someplace. Why isn't there anybody else like me at school.