erodedauthenticity:

Anna blinked and looked around. This… wasn’t her kitchen. Or any other room in her house. She threw her head back and stomped her feet softly in complaint.

After her brief moment of self pity, she started paying attention to her surroundings. She heard a voice and turned around a corner to see where it was coming from.

“Euh…” She frowned slightly and read the flash card. “Synonymous.”

     His brows pull to a visible crease and bewilderment plagues his lost stare. There isn’t a point in attempting to parrot the word. Three-letter-words were newly mastered, and he has yet to reach the packet carrying English words without their respective pictures. He’s heard Rebecca often describe the woes of children expected to spell these terms. 

“Can you use it in a sentence?”

“Maybe. I can’t promise that it will be a good sentence.” She smiled and crossed her arms as she tried to think of one, her eyes following a stray wisp of magic. There was an unusually large amount of it.

“Happy is synonymous with joy.” She shrugged. “It isn’t the most useful of words.”