It's not entirely untrue. She has a bad habit of bitching and moaning during her lessons themselves, and God only knows what it would be like if she were really unfiltered during them, but it feels good to be working towards something. When she's at her most frustrated, she thinks about Lefortovo, about sitting and staring blankly at the walls for hours on end, and she usually -- sometimes -- feels a little better. At least she's trying.
And if she's feeling kindly towards him, she thinks about how much worse it would be with someone else at the helm, too. She's had worse teachers.
Today, he brings with him something that feels like hope at the end of a very long week. "Spells?" she asks, sitting up a bit straighter, neck craning to look at the book under his arm. Is she going to do some actual magic today?
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Date: 2016-03-15 10:40 pm (UTC)And if she's feeling kindly towards him, she thinks about how much worse it would be with someone else at the helm, too. She's had worse teachers.
Today, he brings with him something that feels like hope at the end of a very long week. "Spells?" she asks, sitting up a bit straighter, neck craning to look at the book under his arm. Is she going to do some actual magic today?