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Minjae placed his own hairdryer down on his desk before turning to Aboli. He looked at the alarm clock she held up while listening to what she wanted it to happen. He frowned, mandrake cries, fatal to anyone who hears them. Except for the smaller ones which will only send you unconscious.
Very cruel...
'just pretend...just pretend'
"Maybe the caterwauling charm?" he offered after a bit of thinking. It wasn't fatal, but the high pitched scream could damage the ears, perhaps? "Have any ideas for this?" he asked with a sigh while holding up the hairdryer.
Aboli could see how painful this was for Minjae. There was no time to feel pain with those hooded men nearby. She wanted to pinch Minjae and remind him to remain firm. Like stone.
"No. Not good enough. I want the alarm to actually BE their cries. I'll have to do research on how to record sounds using magic. I'm not sure...it's done that often," she said in a frustrated tone, running a gloved hand through her blonde hair. Her brown roots were beginning to show lately, and she was reminded she needed to touch them up. Or...let it grow out. Whatever she felt like.
Glancing at his hair dryer, she sighed.
"The obvious route would be to use their invention of electricity against them. But my brain is going scary places....using the heat." She gave her head a shake. Maybe she was
too good at this sabotaging thing. Not that she wanted to hurt muggles....but thinking of ways to potentially do it? She already had so many creative ideas to sabotage items. She blamed her father's influence, his genes, entirely on this. That stupid, dark man.
She nudged Minjae, though, when Schmoe began to speak again.
This did not sound fun, but Aboli had a horrible feeling once immersed in the daydream, she might get into it. It was scary to think about....
***
Aboli felt her feet touch the floor, and upon further inspection, it looked like an office. She could smell the coffee. What a foul liquid. Her first thought was to make it
more foul. She opened the fridge and sighed, seeing it full of...stuff. What to do first...there was so much potential. Her previous idea of pretending she was harming the hooded figures?
Yeah, that was gone.
She was focused on the goal at hand. Ruin whoever's office this belonged to's day...perhaps even life. How dark did she want to go? She found her eyes roaming over to the sharpies, then back at the coffee. She pulled a handful of sharpies from the person's desk and used magic to untwist the caps, taking the markers apart. She then used her fingers to squeeeeeeeeze the sharpie liquid out and into the newly made pot of coffee. The liquid hardly looked darker...since coffee was already dark. Once she had emptied the contents of six sharpie markers into the coffee, she threw marker cases into the rubbish bin and replaced the coffee pot under the coffee maker. Cool. Sharpie markers would be bad to ingest, right? She seemed to enjoy a sneakier approach rather than an outward explosion of ruination.