 Strickles®
Lukas was nodding unconsciously to every new idea that was presented. His quill was sitting stationary in his hand so absorbed was he in listening. The slight lull reminded him what he was supposed to be doing. He dipped the quill back into the inkpot even though he must have done it twice already. It had dried on the tip before he had had a chance to use it. He scribbled a cobbled together version of what he'd heard. Most of it was unfamiliar which didn't help his comprehension, he'd only covered a few dark creatures and a couple of minor jinxes before. |