Fall favors

CH.6

Luka

'Why can't magic solve all my problems'.

August was gone in a flash, and the only thing that his spell book would tell him was superficial at best and it wasn't like the rumor mill was any better. The soft lighting of his room kept him company when his brain was busy compiling scenarios to talk to her.

If he wanted more dirt on Mira, the warm and fuzzy, he was gonna actually have to get creative. Luka was never a creative boy, the creativity gene passed him, but he can always somehow make more problems the longer his brain had time to think about people. So in a way, in a roundabout sense, yes, he was creative.

The problem was some of the harsher spells required hard to grab materials, but there was one spell that could prove useful.

The only problem was that he needed some time alone, it was gonna take a longer time to perform this ritual specifically,than others, and he felt drained by all the magic he was doing on this regular basis so a good long break to conserve energy for such a spell would be smart. Luka notices that his dark blue clock is reading a beautiful cursed 7:30, a terrible no good number. The boy runs off to get ready , fixing his face up and with a few touch ups, he feels a bit more comfortable. He finishes brushing his teeth, and goes over his uniform one more time before  making sure the blue polo is clean, and Luka races down stairs, to pick up his lunch from his Grandma's fridge before grabbing his back pack that was on the living room floor in a desolate, lonely corner. Bolting out the door to race to school, but before he ran out the door, he stopped to grab a sugar donut, put it in a ziplock baggie, and his grandmother followed behind him gently, reminding him of his thermos of tea that he put in the fridge last night. She hands it to him and after two kisses on his rosy cheeks he runs off to school.

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Luka realizes one issue with his supposed friendship with Mira, the fact that it was very, very, one sided nature, was crystal clear.

Mira was currently sitting with that bleach-haired freak as Luka sat completely alone a few tables to her left, next to the section of books she always seemed to hover over. The kid with the bleach hair and terrible skin, and dark shallow circles that seemed to make him look even more haggard than he already looks. His gray pullover seems to completely cover him and most of the scratches down his arms. Like Mira he wore dark jeans, with large holes in them but underneath , he wore no tights, Mira on the other hand had those peach tone legs, covered by black fishnet leggings. They were doing their nails together, well Mira was getting hers done.

A bottle of green nail polish, in front of them, while Mira waited on Casper to finish her right. A beautiful green that brought out beautiful gold flecks. Especially since she brought her left hand to her face, and she blew on them gently.

They got along like a house on fire, and it was only more apparent the more he had to witness the two interacting.

Well now Luka definitely has to look up information on this Casper,brat.

The boy was practically stewing in the corner as he spectated from his spot, pretending to be interested in his very real assignment.

Luka was going over a list of things that were just wrong with the kid.

The fact that he was bashing a kid he never talked to flew over his head.

Casper needs a nap,he was yawning tiredly from across Mira. She even laughed and tried to stop herself from yawning too but her attempt failed horrendously.