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Old 12-31-2015, 01:22 AM   #37 (permalink)
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He was fine? Uh, waste of a spell. Whatever that had been if he was telling the truth. "Don't be Gryffindor stupid, kid," she reprimanded, her green eyes looking down at where the spell had hit. "It's not appealing on anyone and I won't have that obsolete dingbat hold me responsible for you losing a limb or dying." So, did he want to reevaluate his diagnosis, hmmm?

The fiery secretion did not go unnoticed, nor did the manner in which some of the droplets were now moving towards each other across the dirt floor and leaving a singed trail in their wake. Her bag, although enchanted to withstand a lot, was growing increasingly hot and soon the unmistakable smell of burnt leather began to fill the small space.

Turning her bag upside down, the tablet fell to the ground along with a pool of smoldering oranges and reds. Soon enough, the leaking flames had ceased and and were moving about the ground to form small glowing orbs about their feet. A few roots here and there caught fire, leaving fiery trails across the floor as the flames burned the dry materials and headed towards the ceiling.

"We need to move," she barked. scooping up the now devoid of curse tablet from the ground and tossing it back into her bag. "NOW."

The tiny orbs began to elongate and soon sprouted limbs, giving them the appearance of a Cornish pixie that had been thrown into a furnace. Cornish pixies with claws made out of flames that were now slashing wildly as they ran towards the two.

"NOW."
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