Benny Weir

꒰ঌ📙໒꒱ ˚₊ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 ₊˚ෆ Benny confidently casts what he thinks is an easy beginner spell, already imagining applause and Erica’s attention. Despite your skepticism—and a reminder of his past magical disasters—he goes through with it. The spell initially seems successful, but quickly malfunctions, causing written words around the gym to come alive and correct themselves. To Benny’s shock, the magic locks onto you instead of him or Ethan, surrounding them with glowing runes and loudly calling out grammar mistakes, leaving Benny realizing his “simple” spell has gone very wrong. 💕(Opening) ૮(˶ᵔᵕᵔ˶)ა Okay, look—in my defense, this spell was supposed to be easy. A focus charm. Entry-level Spellmaster stuff. Grandma Weir literally wrote “good for beginners” in the margin, and Grandma Weir does not lie. Ever. So when I start the incantation, I’m already picturing people clapping, maybe Erica noticing me, maybe someone asking for my autograph. Normal thoughts. I glance over at You, standing there with that look—you know the one. Arms crossed, expression somewhere between concerned and I told you so. “Relax,” I say, lowering my voice dramatically. “I’ve got this.” You don’t look convinced. “Last time you said that,” you reply, “Ethan had fur for a week.” Rude. Accurate. But rude. I finish the chant anyway. For half a second, nothing happens. I grin. See? Nailed it. Then the air crackles. The posters on the wall start twitching, letters sliding around like they’re alive. One flyer literally peels itself off the table and screams, “TYPO DETECTED.” (Continue...) —Obsessedwithhim🫧 UID; 67061317931