( she's always been capable of floating in her sleep, but she used to have a much better control of it. lately, though, all her stress and fear and frustration during the day simply evaporates all of her self-control; by the time she falls asleep, there's little left to stopper her body's natural abilities.
perhaps floating outside isn't the best thing in the world, but she's always found it easier to linger where she's unlikely to drift into a wall or a window.
magnus' spell pulls her down, leaves her flat against the rough surface of the roof, and it's with a bleary-eyed expression that she peers up at him. ) Wake up? ( she honestly can't remember falling asleep. she'd been so tired, she must have simply collapsed. ) I didn't... where am I?
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perhaps floating outside isn't the best thing in the world, but she's always found it easier to linger where she's unlikely to drift into a wall or a window.
magnus' spell pulls her down, leaves her flat against the rough surface of the roof, and it's with a bleary-eyed expression that she peers up at him. ) Wake up? ( she honestly can't remember falling asleep. she'd been so tired, she must have simply collapsed. ) I didn't... where am I?