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Storm 
The skin-rider flashed a toothy grin before taking large swing of the butterbeer followed by tilting it upward and draining the entire contents of the bottle. Dropping the bottle to the ground it flexed it fingers tensely, a strange look coming over its features. A single quick stride carries it to the closest planter as it parbreaks into the flowers.
Grinning back towards it, she watched him curiously and her smile quickly vanished as it began to vomit into the planter. "Er...erm..." She began fishing around in her bag for something and pulled out a small jar of roots. "Would you like a bit of ginger root? It calms the stomach..."