"It's a simple spell Wyatt," Chris smirked from behind him. "Do you want me to hold your hand until you get it?" The brat was lying on the sofa pretending to read his book, while annoying his older brother.
"I hate you," Wyatt grumbled, never taking his eyes off the Book of Shadows.
The snicker coming from the sofa only got louder. Wyatt threw his arm back to blast him, but the little twit just deflected it - right into the window. Both watched in shock as the glass blew out into the yard.
Eyes wide, they turned to look at each other. Both knew the thought racing through the other's head: the race to place blame is on.
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Date: 2015-11-20 02:38 am (UTC)"It's a simple spell Wyatt," Chris smirked from behind him. "Do you want me to hold your hand until you get it?" The brat was lying on the sofa pretending to read his book, while annoying his older brother.
"I hate you," Wyatt grumbled, never taking his eyes off the Book of Shadows.
The snicker coming from the sofa only got louder. Wyatt threw his arm back to blast him, but the little twit just deflected it - right into the window. Both watched in shock as the glass blew out into the yard.
Eyes wide, they turned to look at each other. Both knew the thought racing through the other's head: the race to place blame is on.
And damn it, this time Wyatt was going to win.