Re: On the train: The Schoolboy/The Witch
"Witch," Aedan replied without needing a second's time to guess. "The women of my family are all witches, they feel different. Or -- witch magic feels different. Less like chaos and more focused. Ordered," he said quietly as he pulled out of the parking lot and began heading towards the lake.
"You'll have to let me know which way I need to go. If you are down Oakwood or further down Land's End." He glanced at the rearview mirror, but the sky was still purple. There was still time before the dawn.
"It was," Aedan agreed quietly. Few had stuck out in his mind as tonight had, but he remembered the hayride last year, and the fleeing he had to undertake to make it home before his skin burnt and the evening ended very poorly indeed.
"I'd prefer a memorable one over one that fades into yet another day," he remarked, foot barely touching the gas pedal to keep the car going at just above the speed limit through town. While he could react fast enough if something pulled into the road before him, he didn't have the time to be pulled over if some ambitious police officer decided to ticket him for speeding.