"They taught you magic?"
Giles looked across the library table to see Wesley staring at a slim, leather bound volume.
"During your training period – you were taught to use magic?" Wesley traced the faded lettering on the cover cautiously as if the words inside could enchant him.
"No, I wasn't taught. But I did learn."
"Oh." Wesley gazed at the book then at Giles when Giles' fingers slipped over his, tracing gentle lines over the top of his hand to his wrist.
"I could probably teach you a few things." Giles smiled and watched the wariness disappear from Wesley's eyes.
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