Gale was perched up in his tent- he had been tinkering with a certain spell from an older textbook that me managed to snag from Wyll- and so far he had gotten nowhere

Gale huffed to himself, raising one arm in the air and texting the woods from the text book one last time..except this time, it actually worked

Dark pink static dancing across his finger tips and launching out of his tent…to yours, the rays hitting your chest, a tingling feeling coursing though your body.