[Aaand this is why he's the student, not the teacher. He can tell from her bewildered expression that he's going about this the wrong way, clumsily stumbling through just like he does with everything else. He should have asked first if she even wanted to learn a spell right now — she's still trying to get her head on straight and her feet firm beneath her. He was the same way for weeks.
But then she says to repeat it, and he puts his plans to bash his head against the back of the sofa on pause. He pushes his hands through his hair and resettles them in his lap.]
Yeah, okay...
[Again he says the incantation, slow and deliberate.]
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But then she says to repeat it, and he puts his plans to bash his head against the back of the sofa on pause. He pushes his hands through his hair and resettles them in his lap.]
Yeah, okay...
[Again he says the incantation, slow and deliberate.]