Releasing a sigh he hadn't realized he'd been holding, Michal exhaled deeply. When he was younger, he vaguely remembered now, he had wanted to charm the ceiling in his room to look like the Great Hall. Of course that was next to impossible for an twelve-year-old to accomplish even with the help of his wunderkind older brother, but for years, every summer, Michal would stare up at his uninspired ceiling and think.... why the fuck wasn't he good enough to charm his ceiling to show stars at night and the sun during the day?
He stared up at his blank, empty ceiling.
A wailing, injured of a moan escaped him.
"Never charmed my ceiling," Michal bemoaned, actually having partially paid attention to Seth's last words. He frowned deeply, and felt sadder than he had remembered in a while. Why couldn't any part of his life be together? Or at least not in complete shambles? He closed his heavy eyes, and tucked his chin in toward his shoulder. "Never gonna charm it," he mumbled, shifting away now to turn on his side.
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