Team Name:Spying for the Order (they need all the help they can get)
Word Count: 100
Challenge:things you hide from me
She'd been distracted of late. Then she started avoiding his eyes, his casual touch...
He recovered the box she kept tucked away, probably thinking he didn't know about it. He knew he shouldn't, but his insecurities overcame his integrity as his skill overcame her wards.
An essay he'd marked with (faint) praise, some ginger hair (her late familiar's, he realised with relief), a serviette marked with both the name of a café they'd eaten at and the chocolate she'd wiped from his lip.
A plastic wand, marked with a blue cross.
“So now you know,” she said from the doorway.