'-It takes practice and training and discipline' The thought ran through his head as he continued to read over the book, trying to put pieces together. He just HAD to pick a book on magic, trying to rationalize and put everything eh could to some form of logical component. Unfortunately, his life seemed to be the old Dungeon Master "It's Magic" meme. There were these Lay lines which he had NO clue what that was all about, but apparently magic was tied heavily into them. With an exasperated sigh Gray tossed the book onto his coat beside him, looking out to the water with a sense of fear and irritation.
"I suuuuuuuuuuuck!" The boy groaned as he forced his eyes closed, furrowed his brow and flopped onto his back, laying out on the sand. His torn up jeans shifted a bit as he kept his eyes forced shut. This place was crazy, all kinds of crazy. Wild canine activity was on the run, people drained of blood and mutilated animals drained of blood. Can't forget the fact that Halloween wasn't all that long ago. That was a wreck, he locked himself as far away from the town as possible. He couldn't be too sure that it wasn't the actual Michael Myers looking to kill him because of some weird ass Samhain curse. Just last week he completely avoided a house because there was a dog named "Loki" and he was paranoid that it might be some form of weird werewolf. Don't even get him started on Rowan's cat Puck. That was a weird day for everyone...
Gray was content to lay there in the sand, which soaked up some warmth despite the chilled air. He started to hum a bit of a tune. He knew the song from one of his favorite bands, though they weren't very well known. He was certain that this was the only place he felt even semi-comfortable other than back at the house. Might as well try to unwind. But no matter how much he tried, his brain just hated him today. He just wanted to know his massive level of nerdism would kick in and make this magic stuff natural to him. But he knew it wouldn't happen. After all, he wasn't born into this magic thing like everyone else seemed to be.
With his little humming still continuing, he would rack his brain for the answers, but he knew he wouldn't find them. Now it was a matter of pride, and not wanting to admit the fact he likely couldn't do this. Truthfully, part of him was okay with that, but he had to trust Rowan when she said that magic was dangerous, and control had to be exercised. He just...lacked the patience with himself. This just all felt wrong, all of it. He never, in a million years, would have guessed that he would one day be here on this beach...worrying about magic.