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Old 07-16-2015, 05:11 AM   #26 (permalink)
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Leo was not being helpful. Often unhelpful to begin with, somehow the addition of an emergency reduced him to an even more unhelpful state, merely panicking as he searched the cabinets for who-knows-what. The noises in the room all blended together in one cacophonous jumble of painful noises - Serina's high-pitched screaming, Adam's pleas to Willoughby, and...well, okay, Allegra wasn't making any noise, but that wasn't unusual.

In fact, Allegra had found her way onto the highest possible perch of the kitchen, now standing on the kitchen's counter island and pacing back and forth quietly to herself, bright eyes now panicked as she tried to see through the thick smoke. If all other noises in the room were silenced, one might be able to hear the smallest possible scream arising from her petite mouth, at the highest possible decibel. But, with the other noises in the room, she seemed entirely silent.

It was getting hot. FAST. Leo was suddenly wiping sweat from his brow, still trying to find some kind of life-saving object in the back of this kitchen. In full out survival mode, he ripped the bottom half of his shirt and used it to fasten a headband around his head, pushing his hair back so the band might collect the sweat as he continued to fight for his life. Willoughby must've put an emergency wand in here somewhere right!? Hidden it in the back of a cabinet or behind a cookie jar, just in case something like this were to happen. RIGHT!? Despite the impressive impulse for survival, it left as soon as it had arrived with Leo. After finding nothing in the last cabinet, he had dramatically given up, determined to accept his fate and his encroaching death. He let out a loud wail of surrender before sprawling out spread eagle on the wood floors, prepared to wait there until death found him.

It was somewhere around this point that the white foam of a fire extinguisher began to rain down on the group as if by magic. Of course, this wasn't the case, it was all thanks to Serina who had found the extinguisher just in time. That would be the logical thing to realize. And yet, to Leo (who was still sprawled on the floor awaiting death's sweet kiss), it seemed as if he was awoken from death by a soft sprinkling of snowfall, opening his eyes to find his sweat now relieved by the cool foam from the extinguisher. As if in slow motion, his head lolled to the side and through the thick smoke and sudden snowfall emerged...

SERINA!
the angel of fire, the hero of his dreams, the Slytherin princess who had saved him!
him in particular, of course, must've been her intent, the others' saving must've just been collateral or for show, she cleeeearly wanted to save his life the most


She was only standing there, but to Leo's adrenaline-filled, emotional-wreck, emergency-relieved brain, it seemed as if she was shaking her hair out in slow motion like a model on the runway. A delusion, surely, and yet he was positive she had sent a casual wink his way. The young man sat up with a dopey grin on his face, letting out a sigh of admiration for his hero.

It was about that time that the foam settled on the room. The fire now successfully put out, the picture became all too clear. Leo, sitting on the floor with half of a t-shirt exposing his bare stomach, his long golden hair pushed back by a make-shift headscarf and a love-struck grin on his tan expression. Then there was Allegra, who was still standing in the very center of the kitchen island, hoping desperately the fire would've entirely avoided her, just now opening her eyes to find Serina the hero. Relief filled her expression, and then it immediately fell, her small arms crossed and a startled look on her pale face. Everyone's faces were covered in dirt and grime from the smoke, and now the entire room (which was still entirely upside down from Leo's excavation), including everyone in it, was COVERED in the white foam from the fire extinguisher.

Leo was the first to speak. He grabbed the nearest foam and threw it in the air as if to watch the glory of it falling once more. "My love -- You made it SNOOOOW!"
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