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Angie · 05-28-2017, 12:22 AM

Levi pushed through the trees, largely carrying most of Clark's weight and finding it to be manageable. He'd have liked to chalked it off to his morning runs with Declan and Althea as well the extra training he'd done for the past month; but he possessed enough self-awareness to know that while he'd have probably been able to carry him for an indeterminate period of time, it'd have costed him a great deal of strength as well as valuable time. To say nothing of how exposed he'd have been, using both arms to hold his weight and unable to properly wield his wand.

He counted his blessings, instead, of which there were five obvious ones:

1.) Enough light filtered through the trees, keeping him from having to visibly use magic to create artificial one that'd doubtlessly make Clark even more curious.

2.) Featherlight was doing its intended job and frankly better than he'd expected it to.

3.) The colors of trees were sharper, the sound of their footsteps louder than they ought to have been--clear signs that the supersensory charm had worked fine, as well. Which brought him to--

4.) It didn't seem like there was any danger coming their way. Not that there weren't ways to ways in which one could avoid been seen or heard, but still. Dementor or not, this was still the dark forest; it was important to continue to focus on all the positives.

5.) He was still alive. Clark was still alive. Alive enough to ask questions that Levi knew he could not answer with a drop of honesty, but his new burden was alive that was important, too.

"I thought we were going to wait for later," the boy admitted, smiling wryly and shooting him a sidelong glance. Surreptitiously again, Levi gave one tap to the guy's side with his wand, sending a small cheering charm Clark's way. "Somewhere admittedly less daunting than this, and after we've eaten and all that." Levi looked over his shoulder, stalling, searching through his memory bank for an excuse that could be, at the very least, a little bit believable. Something that could plausibly explain his wand without utilizing the word magic or giving himself away as a wizard.

Not that muggles had any reason to believe magic or wizards were even real outside books and other forms of fiction they dabbled on to pass the time. He supposed that perhaps conspiracy theorists might believe a magical world that lived in unison yet so separately from their very own and often hiding on plain sight, but even then, it was a stretch. Levi was under the impression that those sort of people largely spent their time talking about secret societies controlling world leaders, creating unthinkable weapons to oppress society and not necessarily on what was usually considered mythical.

Wait.

"Well." He alternated between shooting him sidelong glances and looking ahead. "It's--" Levi searched for the right word for a moment, trying to remember words he'd read on muggle health and science magazines, "--I suppose you could call it a prototype, of sorts. A multi-use one." He kicked a rock out of their way, and was sorry for it immediately; it'd been far too heavy for it to be just a regular one, and it stung. Levi grimaced and continued, "It's particular in that it only activates with touch and the sound of its owner's voice." He wiggled the fingers of his empty hand. "The light you saw is supposed to be one of its features, but it's not working very well just yet--it's meant to take the shape of an animal, so yeah." Lying wasn't one of his hobbies, but it was remarkably easy to do so when the lies were technically, very much the truth, as well.

Writers, he supposed, had been right all along; words, when used right, could be weapons, too. "Anyway, my father's been developing it for some time now and I was supposed to be testing out to test it out when I found you." He tried to do a one shoulder shrug with the shoulder not carrying Clark's weight, hoping it'd add a measure of casualness to his words. Then curiosity of his own took over. "How did you get here, by the way? If you don't mind me asking, that is."

05-28-2017, 12:22 AM	#14 (permalink)
Angie DoM Veela Join Date: Sep 2007 Location: Themyscira Posts: 37,610 Hogwarts RPG Name: Nerissa M. Tate Sixth Year x8	Wowza! Levi pushed through the trees, largely carrying most of Clark's weight and finding it to be manageable. He'd have liked to chalked it off to his morning runs with Declan and Althea as well the extra training he'd done for the past month; but he possessed enough self-awareness to know that while he'd have probably been able to carry him for an indeterminate period of time, it'd have costed him a great deal of strength as well as valuable time. To say nothing of how exposed he'd have been, using both arms to hold his weight and unable to properly wield his wand. He counted his blessings, instead, of which there were five obvious ones: 1.) Enough light filtered through the trees, keeping him from having to visibly use magic to create artificial one that'd doubtlessly make Clark even more curious. 2.) Featherlight was doing its intended job and frankly better than he'd expected it to. 3.) The colors of trees were sharper, the sound of their footsteps louder than they ought to have been--clear signs that the supersensory charm had worked fine, as well. Which brought him to-- 4.) It didn't seem like there was any danger coming their way. Not that there weren't ways to ways in which one could avoid been seen or heard, but still. Dementor or not, this was still the dark forest; it was important to continue to focus on all the positives. 5.) He was still alive. Clark was still alive. Alive enough to ask questions that Levi knew he could not answer with a drop of honesty, but his new burden was alive that was important, too. "I thought we were going to wait for later," the boy admitted, smiling wryly and shooting him a sidelong glance. Surreptitiously again, Levi gave one tap to the guy's side with his wand, sending a small cheering charm Clark's way. "Somewhere admittedly less daunting than this, and after we've eaten and all that." Levi looked over his shoulder, stalling, searching through his memory bank for an excuse that could be, at the very least, a little bit believable. Something that could plausibly explain his wand without utilizing the word magic or giving himself away as a wizard. Not that muggles had any reason to believe magic or wizards were even real outside books and other forms of fiction they dabbled on to pass the time. He supposed that perhaps conspiracy theorists might believe a magical world that lived in unison yet so separately from their very own and often hiding on plain sight, but even then, it was a stretch. Levi was under the impression that those sort of people largely spent their time talking about secret societies controlling world leaders, creating unthinkable weapons to oppress society and not necessarily on what was usually considered mythical. Wait. "Well." He alternated between shooting him sidelong glances and looking ahead. "It's--" Levi searched for the right word for a moment, trying to remember words he'd read on muggle health and science magazines, *"--I suppose you could call it a prototype, of sorts. A multi-use one."* He kicked a rock out of their way, and was sorry for it immediately; it'd been far too heavy for it to be just a regular one, and it stung. Levi grimaced and continued, "It's particular in that it only activates with touch and the sound of its owner's voice." He wiggled the fingers of his empty hand. "The light you saw is supposed to be one of its features, but it's not working very well just yet--it's meant to take the shape of an animal, so yeah." Lying wasn't one of his hobbies, but it was remarkably easy to do so when the lies were technically, very much the truth, as well. Writers, he supposed, had been right all along; words, when used right, could be weapons, too. "Anyway, my father's been developing it for some time now and I was supposed to be testing out to test it out when I found you." He tried to do a one shoulder shrug with the shoulder not carrying Clark's weight, hoping it'd add a measure of casualness to his words. Then curiosity of his own took over. "How did you get here, by the way? If you don't mind me asking, that is." __________________