Son of a Witch

Billy held still, feeling very much like his younger self making himself small when his bullies cornered him. He dropped his gaze anxiously, and when he was finally released he followed behind his trainer silently.

He looked around the small space, holding his tongue and nodding in response. He lifted his head at the final question, a brief glimmer of defiance in his eyes before he nodded again. "...I'll try," he offered. His obedience would depend entirely on what was asked of him.

He eyed the separate space eagerly, longing for some sort of privacy, however he could get it. "Can I shower now?"