Who: Mal & Harry Dresden When: Sunday Afternoon Where: The woods What: Lets do magic! Warnings: Probably none, but who knows! Status: Closed/In-Progress
In theory, Mal hadn't held up her hand to help Harry when Sigrun had reached out for volunteers. Mal hadn't been very forthcoming with most of the magic users in Madison Valley whenever there was chatter on the network. She had her reasons. Mal's magic was different in her opinion. It was dark and light, bad and good, dangerous and helpful. It was everything that made Mal who she was, but also who she didn't want to be.
Her magic was special, though. Mal had worked so hard to ensure that it never defined her. That wasn't how magic worked. You controlled it, but you also let it flow freely through you. It was a part of you, but did not make you.
That was just part of what she was hoping to share with Harry. The idea that all this permission was needed was ridiculous in Mal's opinion. She didn't need anyone's permission or approval. Especially the people of Auradon and Ben. If they couldn't appreciate her for who she really was, that was not where she was meant to be.
With her spell book in her lap, Mal was sitting on what seemed to be a tree trunk. It was a bit knotted and twisted in it's shape as a sign it was made with magic that was definitely a bit darker than most. It was hardly dangerous, though. The area Mal had found was warmer and void of the bitter cold that was everywhere else. Another spell thanks to her. She had even conjured up some lanterns and some hot chocolate.
If Harry didn't learn anything from her, he could at least see what sort of things one could do with magic when they were having fun.