Who:George Weasley, Cisco What:Age plot stuffs. When:Today warnings:doubtful to be any status:In progress.
Cisco was sitting on a couch in George's place, once again looking down at his phone in concern. The night before had been amazing save for a little initial fear, he'd been easily distracted by learning potions and magical science of it all. He was actually quite skilled in it, if he'd been a real wizard chances were he'd have had a talent for potions. He still managed to make little things, as a result few streaks of magical blue colorant remained in his dark hair with a vibrancy that didn't make sense for a normal color job on dark hair in one go. It'd been magicked. He'd spent the entire night in the tent that'd been made for him, it felt a little better being in there than out in the open. Less scary. He was tempted to go right back inside.
Now though, Ellie was saying he ought to go see Barry. He was still afraid. He chewed at his lower lip as he poked at the phone, writing responses and trying to keep up. Maybe if he brought the wand with him he'd feel safer, but the stuff Barry said scared him down to the core. He didn't even seem to know who Cisco was and just a day before was watching him without a problem. Small brows furrowed in worry as he tried to decide what to do about it. He really wished he'd gotten to build that bow and arrow after all.
A moment later he disappeared right back into the tent. Nope, he wasn't quite ready to go visit yet. He hugged one of the many pillows inside and sat in a far corner of it on the floor.