A beautiful morning, dawning bright and dewy. A thin mist making the air crisp, even as the sun begins to warm it. Two figures, clad in jeans and t-shirts are at the edge of the forest.
A women of average height and weight, wearing a black shirt with her jeans sits on a fallen log. Her bright red hair is pulled into a taunt ponytail, giving her face a full, childish look. She seems to be about 17 years old, but in reality she is 21. Ginny was smiling, and nodding, "Perfect. Try again."
She spoke to a small boy of about 4 or 5 years. He had obsidian hair, ice blue eyes and pale skin. He was the exact replica of his father, Xaver. He too wore a black shirt, but his had some cartoon character on it. He held a wand, his mothers, in his hand and was moving it, mumbling a spell. Sparks flew from the tip, scorching a tree that stood a few feet away.
"Good job Cody. Now try a healing charm on the tree." Ginny instructed her son quietly. She watched him tilt the wand, twirling it and saying the charm. She watched him with slight melancholy, proud of him for being able to accomplish spells that many 4th years couldn't do, and yet sad that he was growing up so quickly.
Though, he was a Fallen.
The rate of growth for them was different than it was with humans. Cody turned and smiled at her, his young face lighting up as the tree began to heal.
"What next, Mom?" His grin was catching, and Ginny laughed softly.
"Eager to learn, Angel?"
