Asking for help

Duke approached Glynda's desk.

"Ms. Goodwitch," he said. "I need help with the problem."

She sighed and pushed her glasses up. "Which one specifically?"

Duke pushed his worksheet closer to her, indicating to a specific problem so she'd lean in closer.

"Let's see here," she said, pushing her face closer to the sheet. And once she was close enough...

Duke pressed his finger to her forehead, his Semblance pulsing through him, and watched as her gaze dimmed and she went into a trance.

"Glynda," he said. "Can you hear me?"

"yes," Glynda droned.