[ Something unseen shoves against his chest, and Alec takes a stumbling step back, but it's not until that hard whip-crack of force across his cheek that the sketchbook falls from his hand. The edge of the page is half-crinkled, but the drawing still mercifully in-tact.
Alec's hands goes to his cheek, but there's more shock than anger in his gaze. What the hell, he didn't even see Henry cast. His own abilities, his magic, are new. He knows only a handful of spells and certainly nothing like that. But he does know the rules, his dad has drilled them into him every chance he got: do not let other people see you use magic.
His gaze casts wildly around, but thankfully they're alone, the few groups of students still hanging around this late too caught up in clubs or sports to pay them much mind. ]
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Alec's hands goes to his cheek, but there's more shock than anger in his gaze. What the hell, he didn't even see Henry cast. His own abilities, his magic, are new. He knows only a handful of spells and certainly nothing like that. But he does know the rules, his dad has drilled them into him every chance he got: do not let other people see you use magic.
His gaze casts wildly around, but thankfully they're alone, the few groups of students still hanging around this late too caught up in clubs or sports to pay them much mind. ]
What are you, crazy?