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Em's the Game · 07-10-2007, 11:47 PM

Ivan nodded and turned to the floating Mr. Smith. He was middle-aged man of average height and build, with thinning hair done in the catastrophic comb-over which balding men everywhere always attempt and seldom were able to pull off. Ivan clucked sympathetically and moved to work.

Getting the man down proved to the be the easy part. A simple "Priori Incantatem" and the man fell to the earth with a thud. Keeping Mr. Smith from running away screaming turned out to be rather difficult. Although the sprained ankle did slow him down some. "Immobulus!" Ivan shouted and Mr. Smith was frozen in the act of trying to climb over his neighbor's white picket fence. And then, of course, a silencing spell was required because of all the screaming.

"Now this will never do," Ivan muttered to himself, examining the man's position. "Wingardium Leviosa." Ivan floated the man back towards his house. Getting him through the door took a few tries, but after about ten minutes of banging him off ceiling and walls Ivan had the man hovering above his bed. He reversed the spell and the man fell onto the mattress.

"Now, we're not here to hurt you," Ivan tried to explain to the cowering Mr. Smith, drawing out his wand and waving it about in a friendly way. "In fact, we're going to give you a little holiday. Obliviate!"

A few minutes later and Ivan had supplied Mr. Smith the impression of having been victim of grave illness, which included a rather high fever. He was instructed to take two swallows of the castor oil and remain in bed for a few days.

Afterwards, if Mr. Smith had cause to question why a 19th century doctor had made him a house call and plied him with out-of-date remedies, he would eventually put it all down to a fever-skewed memory due to his his bout of influenza.

Standing outside Mr. Smith's door, Ivan pulled his leather gloves back on, topped off his head with his bowler hat and went to find his leader and report a successful mission.

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Em's the Game Puffskein Join Date: Oct 2006 Location: The Great PNW! Posts: 1,329 Hogwarts RPG Name: Eddy Matheus Basilthorne Fifth Year	Ivan nodded and turned to the floating Mr. Smith. He was middle-aged man of average height and build, with thinning hair done in the catastrophic comb-over which balding men everywhere always attempt and seldom were able to pull off. Ivan clucked sympathetically and moved to work. Getting the man down proved to the be the easy part. A simple "Priori Incantatem" and the man fell to the earth with a thud. Keeping Mr. Smith from running away screaming turned out to be rather difficult. Although the sprained ankle did slow him down some. "Immobulus!" Ivan shouted and Mr. Smith was frozen in the act of trying to climb over his neighbor's white picket fence. And then, of course, a silencing spell was required because of all the screaming. "Now this will never do," Ivan muttered to himself, examining the man's position. "Wingardium Leviosa." Ivan floated the man back towards his house. Getting him through the door took a few tries, but after about ten minutes of banging him off ceiling and walls Ivan had the man hovering above his bed. He reversed the spell and the man fell onto the mattress. "Now, we're not here to hurt you," Ivan tried to explain to the cowering Mr. Smith, drawing out his wand and waving it about in a friendly way. "In fact, we're going to give you a little holiday. Obliviate!" A few minutes later and Ivan had supplied Mr. Smith the impression of having been victim of grave illness, which included a rather high fever. He was instructed to take two swallows of the castor oil and remain in bed for a few days. Afterwards, if Mr. Smith had cause to question why a 19th century doctor had made him a house call and plied him with out-of-date remedies, he would eventually put it all down to a fever-skewed memory due to his his bout of influenza. Standing outside Mr. Smith's door, Ivan pulled his leather gloves back on, topped off his head with his bowler hat and went to find his leader and report a successful mission. __________________ Ivan Callistus: Optimistic Oblivious Obliviator If only all mistakes could be obliviated... Last edited by Em's the Game; 07-10-2007 at 11:49 PM.