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Old 02-05-2009, 04:44 PM   #91 (permalink)
Krel Ansell

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Purple? Purple? What in the name of Calypso's corset was PURPLE supposed to mean?!

And that is when Tobias Benjamin Avalon, Age 17 years old, and coming in at 6'2 and 170 pounds, lost his temper. "AGATHA DEWITT!" He bellowed, hoping, but doubting she could hear him, he was pretty sure he was very deep in the maze. "I don't care how good you are at antler jinxes! WHEN I get out of here! (NO THANKS to YOU!) I'm going to permanent-sticking-charm your Owl to a wall and use him for target practice!!!" He jumped up and down, thrashing, kicking, and spinning. He landed on his bum facing the way he came, chest heaving.

Suddenly green sparks flew into the air.

Assenting. Tobi's mouth twitched. If she only knew what she just agreed to... He set off down the maze back to his last intersection. Left? he wondered "Risona."

Lef appeared above him. Well it's official: he really sucked at this spell.
Tobi wasn’t moving. He wasn’t moving! Aggie shook the paper in frustration. “Ughhh! Move! Get Moving!” she even nudged Dot Tobi with her finger as if to push him along. In response, Dot Tobi started bouncing around and shaking as if he was throwing a hissy fit. Aggie could almost imagine him yelling at her to stop pushing him around. "Well, then move!" she told Dot Tobi. "If you're late for lunch now, it's all your fault for not moving."

A moment later he started moving again. “Finally,” she sighed watching him go back the way he had come. He came to another fork and Aggie looked up.

Lef.

For once, Tobi was right, even if his spelling was wrong. “Firsitan.” Green spark shot out of the end of her wand.

She looked down again. Now that she had the map the right way up, she was certain he’d get out of the maze soon. Hopefully by then, his anger (which she was certain he’d be) would have abated somewhat. If not, well, Aggie’d find out if she or he were the faster runner.
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