[Listen, she's been there. Gemma likes to think of her fist six months here as a very long, very embarrassing dream. It's difficult enough to go from homeschooling to suddenly being surrounded by your peers, but when a bunch of teenagers are trying to get a handle on their burgeoning powers, everything just becomes so much worse.
Gemma leans forward, peering at the card stuck to his hand. As she does so, the card on her own head loses its paper grip and flutters to the ground. Though she presses her lips together in annoyance, she doesn't move to pick it up. Focus, Gem. You have seventeen years of experience with the supernatural. You can do this.]
Is it... stuck by some kind of magic? [Because magic she knows. She does give the paper an experimental tug, and her brows rise and she gives a quiet oh! when she ends up just pulling his whole hand towards her.]
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Gemma leans forward, peering at the card stuck to his hand. As she does so, the card on her own head loses its paper grip and flutters to the ground. Though she presses her lips together in annoyance, she doesn't move to pick it up. Focus, Gem. You have seventeen years of experience with the supernatural. You can do this.]
Is it... stuck by some kind of magic? [Because magic she knows. She does give the paper an experimental tug, and her brows rise and she gives a quiet oh! when she ends up just pulling his whole hand towards her.]