Autumn: Ashton and Barclay
Ashton looked at Barclay with his silver irises glinting with light caught from the room around them. He still didn't like being told no, even from his witch, but if it came from his witch he would obey without a fight. Normally.
Rumbling in complaint, Ashton turned slightly to see the room, narrowing his eyes at the other students to see if anyone was trying to hedge in. No one was even looking their way anymore. With a huff, Ashton relented some, taking his hand off the wall to close his fingers around Barclay's.
"Yes. I like it." And he did, finding wonderment in each change of the seasons. He sniffed the air, even catching hints of the colored autumn leaves that blew playfully past their feet as though they were real. Were they real? Ashton had yet to determine which part of magic was real and which was not. For all intents and purposes, this was real enough.
"We will dance," he announced, like it'd been his idea. Taking Barclay with him, Ashton led the way back to the dancing area.