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Krel Ansell · 10-28-2020, 12:18 AM

Text Cut: Ilse

Conley was busy looking at his wand, thinking how much he hated technology. Smoke was fizzling from it, but perhaps it was just the smoke from the room curling around them. He was feeling quite in adequate a the moment, but perhaps the wand was broken. He lifted it to his ear to see if the Veela hair core had come loose, but he didn’t hear anything amiss. Well, at least not from his wand. He lowered it just as Ilse started laughing. He watched her, mouth falling open. Was she laughing at him? It sure felt like she was laughing at him. He frowned and then poked her with the tip of his wand. When finally she spoke, her words seemed to confirm that she was indeed laughing at him. He looked at her blankly as he thought, you try being scared out of your mind being surrounded by technology, then the noises and lights, and finally fire? It’d be hard for you to produce a patronus too. He wouldn’t admit to her, not to anyone how much he was frightened by technology. Nope, he would deny it to his last breath. ”You don’t look to grand yourself,” he finally said.

As agitated as he was, he tried very hard to put his feelings aside. It was hard considering his bruised ego. Taking a deep breath, he thought long and hard about his happy memory. ”Expecto Patronum.” A big silver Siberian Husky burst forth from the end of his wand, pranced a circle or two around them in excitement and then shot out of the room in search of maintenance. The sooner maintenance got here, the soon he could get away from the machines.

He watched the dog go, still surprised by it’s form, even though it had been a few years since it had changed. Then he looked at Ilse. ”Are you hurt?” he asked.

10-28-2020, 12:18 AM	#13 (permalink)
Krel Ansell DMLE & DIMC Mooncalf Join Date: Jul 2003 Location: Drowning in files Posts: 7,071 x1	randomly tagged \| Norbert(a) \| The Wandmaker (tm) Text Cut: Ilse Quote: Originally Posted by CruppieMom89 Safe behind her protection charm, she quickly scanned the room. She didn’t know spells for electrical fires. It wasn’t really a THING. She knew they couldn’t put it out with water. Really the only other way to put out a fire was to suffocate it, and Ivy did know a spell to suck all the oxygen out of a room. So now she had to figure out a way to do that without killing them. She would have to seal the door, cast bubble head charms on both of them... She lifted her wand again to begin casting, but mid-movement Conley sprang into action. It seemed without the noise some sense had come back to him, and he began extinguishing the fire while Ilse watched him curiously wondering what spell he was using. When he was finished, she stood in silence staring at him... and then she just started laughing. Laughing and laughing and laughing. She laughed until there were tears in her eyes. Finally catching her breath, she found the words to speak: ”You look awful.” she said as the humor still danced in her eyes as she surveyed his smoke-coated appearance. Conley was busy looking at his wand, thinking how much he hated technology. Smoke was fizzling from it, but perhaps it was just the smoke from the room curling around them. He was feeling quite in adequate a the moment, but perhaps the wand was broken. He lifted it to his ear to see if the Veela hair core had come loose, but he didn’t hear anything amiss. Well, at least not from his wand. He lowered it just as Ilse started laughing. He watched her, mouth falling open. Was she laughing at him? It sure felt like she was laughing at him. He frowned and then poked her with the tip of his wand. When finally she spoke, her words seemed to confirm that she was indeed laughing at him. He looked at her blankly as he thought, you try being scared out of your mind being surrounded by technology, then the noises and lights, and finally fire? It’d be hard for you to produce a patronus too. He wouldn’t admit to her, not to anyone how much he was frightened by technology. Nope, he would deny it to his last breath. ”You don’t look to grand yourself,” he finally said. As agitated as he was, he tried very hard to put his feelings aside. It was hard considering his bruised ego. Taking a deep breath, he thought long and hard about his happy memory. ”Expecto Patronum.” A big silver Siberian Husky burst forth from the end of his wand, pranced a circle or two around them in excitement and then shot out of the room in search of maintenance. The sooner maintenance got here, the soon he could get away from the machines. He watched the dog go, still surprised by it’s form, even though it had been a few years since it had changed. Then he looked at Ilse. ”Are you hurt?” he asked. __________________