me not think about the past with the first signs of snowfall early in the afternoon. That was why I began to draw as the ideas flowed into my mind and onto the blank pages of my sketchbook.
With it all complete, I could begin the entire process of my idea for the festival after the new year. Combating my fear with creativity just put me ahead of my game plans and would give me some time to chill with Red when we got back.
This trip was definitely needed for all of us, but I'd purposely been spending time in my own world so Kaito could have some time with Brianne.
I had a strong hunch they hadn't done it since Kaito is more apprehensive when it comes to affection, but I had a feeling he'd eventually get through it.
If he’d known of my inner intentions, I was sure he would have been shocked with my patience and overall growth. I always used to be worried about whether I was doing things right or slacking in our group dynamic, and here I was holding back so the others got time with Red.
It definitely proved that I'd matured drastically in the last couple of semesters. The spikes of change in my life may have forced me to grow up, but it all was a good thing. Those experiences were still difficult to remember, and, in the flesh, they were cruel in many ways, but as I continued to heal at my own pace, those moments in time were what molded me to be the man I was now.
No matter the good or bad, there's always a moment to be grateful for.
With a final look at the image, I smirked and closed the thick sketchbook before I quietly muttered a spell that made the very book disappear from my grasp. That sketchbook was what Brianne had given me this Christmas, and there was no way I was going to get it ruined on the trip back.
Professor Phoenix advised that we'd either fly with the private jet if the skies were clear enough or if they weren't, we'd spend whatever time was needed at one of the hotels near the airport, which was farther north from where we were.
Switzerland rarely got snowstorms or major blizzards, but once every five years, they got a mammoth of a storm that would brew enough snow to even cover their magic streets that should have melted it at a swift pace.
Apparently, the magic of the roads was going to be turned off this year because last time this happened, it caused a huge flood that ended up turning into a huge block of ice that took a town’s worth of fire users to melt, as well as air users, who worked on making the water evaporate.
It was best to take the safest route and to be honest, I couldn't wait to be back at Witchling. At least that was an environment I was familiar with versus this grand land of mountains, mist, snow, and tranquility.
I shouldn't have felt nervous, but I was because we all knew that returning home would bring us closer to Brianne's trial. She hadn't had much time to even think about who would represent her, let alone gather testimonies against Elisha.
That would probably be the easiest aspect of the trial because more than enough students would testify in Brianne's defense while professors like Professor Phoenix were well aware of the issues and tension that grew since Elisha lost her role on the cheer squad.
I simply wanted to be there for Brianne. Be her backbone through that nerve-wracking day and help her forget about it when everything was wrapped up. We certainly weren't going to be entering the new year with that baggage.
Time to leave all of that behind and start fresh.
Stretching my arms, I looked over my shoulder to stare at Kaito, who was sleeping on his side of the bed. He was dressed in a turtle neck and black pants - completely ready for us to leave. He'd come in to check on me when I decided to spend our wait time in our room and ended up taking a nap.
I'd felt the movement of the bed at four in the morning today, which told me Kaito was going to do some meditation or some sort of training he'd adopted during his month break. I knew Connor was working out because of the football championship approaching.
Even Brianne and Jax had been doing workouts together.