Rain, Rain... The slam of the cold after the blistering rain is enough to shake one's breath right out of their body.
Sarah is no exception here. She's soaked through as she makes the plunging run towards the main building of the school and once through the doors she very ungracefully leans forward, hands against her knees and head bent as she heaves out a few breaths.
"The least they could have done... is brought me here with a coat of some sort..."
She's in a sweater at the very least but that's not exactly shielding her from the cold when it's cold and wet.
Thaumaturgy 101 It's a big shift being here among the students and not at the front of the classroom. Highschool has been over for Sarah by a good ten years and even her college days are behind her by more than a few too. She's stood at the head of a class giving lectures about this and that for such a short time and yet she's finding the position shift of being back in the student role again is just a little mind boggling.
It's mind boggling enough that Sarah thoroughly manages to flummox this first attempt with a wand. Her timing is thoroughly off, her drawing of the symbol is missing one crucial loop and her intonation could use some work too. In short it's a fair butchering of the process and she immediately regrets it.
Particularly when her textbook decides to just sort of start flying around. The woman herself groans as it first lifts off and then rubs her hand over her face as it takes proper flight and divebombs someone nearby.
Sarah Williams | Return to Labyrinth
The slam of the cold after the blistering rain is enough to shake one's breath right out of their body.
Sarah is no exception here. She's soaked through as she makes the plunging run towards the main building of the school and once through the doors she very ungracefully leans forward, hands against her knees and head bent as she heaves out a few breaths.
"The least they could have done... is brought me here with a coat of some sort..."
She's in a sweater at the very least but that's not exactly shielding her from the cold when it's cold and wet.
Thaumaturgy 101
It's a big shift being here among the students and not at the front of the classroom. Highschool has been over for Sarah by a good ten years and even her college days are behind her by more than a few too. She's stood at the head of a class giving lectures about this and that for such a short time and yet she's finding the position shift of being back in the student role again is just a little mind boggling.
It's mind boggling enough that Sarah thoroughly manages to flummox this first attempt with a wand. Her timing is thoroughly off, her drawing of the symbol is missing one crucial loop and her intonation could use some work too. In short it's a fair butchering of the process and she immediately regrets it.
Particularly when her textbook decides to just sort of start flying around. The woman herself groans as it first lifts off and then rubs her hand over her face as it takes proper flight and divebombs someone nearby.