 *Eating chili with Sirius* Red Ninja*Raspberry White Chocolate Mocha
Nothing could ruin this evening. The big bright moon was shining, the stars were bright as ever, and oddly enough it wasn’t that chilly out. It was November but on this balmy night you wouldn’t know it. It felt incredible. The woman took a deep breath and strolled along the lane, shoving her hand in her jeans pocket she felt something rough. The woman felt it but couldn’t immediately identify it, so she pulled it out of her pocket and stopped in the middle of the street to examine it. Medea spoke aloud to herself, ”OH! A bezoar. How in the…?” She thought for a moment trying to recall how it got in her pocket. Turning the stone over in her hand she looked aimlessly down the road.
Lost in thought her eyes met a light in the distance. It was a gorgeous country cottage style home and there were just a few lights on. The woman shoved the stone back in her pocket and walked toward the house. She imagined a lovely family living there; it was certainly big enough for a family of at least 5. Something pulled her to the house; she walked towards it without hesitation. As if she were needed.
She arrived at the front of the house without realizing it. The woman looked in the window on the right of the door and saw no one. Then she leaned to the left and saw a man grasping his throat and stumbling, then falling motionless to the floor. She didn’t panic; in fact a strange calm was over her. It must have been the Felix Fleicis, it was certainly in control.
The dark haired woman unholstered her wand, ”Alohomora!” The door flung open.
Before she knew it she was on her knees at his side. Medea put her hand on his back, he wasn’t breathing. Then as if she ran into a wall the stench hit her nose, she couldn’t identify the poison but she knew it was one of some sort. The woman was smooth, calm, cool and collected. With one swift movement she flipped him on to his back.
….use the bezoar….
Suddenly she had an idea. The woman dug her hand deep into her pocket and retrieved the stone. With her free hand she forced his mouth open and shoved the bezoar into the man’s throat.
As she waited for the reaction she looked closer at the man’s face. Until this moment it didn’t matter his identy, just saving him. Her eyes got wide, ”Leo? My Leo?” Her voice quivered slightly. |