ᴡʜᴏ: Sirius Black + OPEN. ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ: Around the grounds, namely the wood. ᴡʜᴇɴ: 6 March, mid-afternoon. ᴡʜᴀᴛ: Stalking about, being a dog, avoiding his problems. ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: TBD. sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: OPEN, ongoing.
I was working on a project to my room, adding some beautiful vintage glass buttons to a shirt dress and singing to myself. My voice's been amazing lately; I can rock old power ballads. It was fun until the buttons shattered. Then some glass beads I had nearby shattered too.
Could this be a powers thing? Can anyone here shatter glass?
Is it sad that I never realized just how short I was until I couldn't use magic to get the things I can't reach? I might have to start stashing stepstools around this place if this keeps up for much longer.