 Post 2 Lil' gooz | Sarangel | Junior Dweeb
Norah held the vial of dragon's blood up to her nose to inspected it carefully. She wasn't entirely sure why she'd done it, considering there wasn't actually any way to TELL if the dragon it'd been taken from had been a happy dragon, but she couldn't just not try. The dragon had to be okay, right? They were tough 'n all that, they could get through losing a little blood and still be a-okay. Probably. Hopefully. She wsa just going to pretend it was a happy dragon 'cause she was already falling behind on this turtle thing. She took the stopped out of the vial and poured some of the thick, red liquid over the shell, lopsided carving and all. That was it, yeah? Wrinking her nose 'cause apparently even though the blood was a cool color it still smelled funny, she sealed the vial again and set it aside. Alrighty. Cracking time.
The fourth year picked up her wand in one hand and the poker in the other. "Incendio," she cast on the tip of the poker. She watched the flame with a little smile because the colors of fire were EVEN COOLER than the colors of dragon blood, then cast "Finite" when the poker itself began to glow orange. Did she just....poke it? It was called a poker, after all. Norah brought the glowing poker down and pressed it on the shell, jumping slightly at the sound of the crack. Nobody saw that, right? Real teenagers shouldn't get startled that easily.
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