Theme #4: Blasting Curse
One Broken Door, One Wrong Turn


"G-Gold?"

Gold paused, but did not turn round to look at Sachie Tartan. "What's the matter?" she whispered. "You know we have no time for talk, Sachie."

"No, listen," Sachie's voice shook a bit, and Gold had to sigh. What was wrong with Sachie Tartan? Sure, they had broken into Professor Vector's office at one in the morning, sure they were about to steal a bit of his stuff for use in their own potion, but heck, they needed it!

Besides, it was not like they could back out now. How could they leave now, two confringo-s and one broken door later? They needed to steal the ingredients they wanted, leave before the professor woke up. They could always replace what they took, later on. But, for now, they needed to hurry.

"Come on," Gold whispered. She tugged at Sachie's sleeve, eyes on the corner cabinet. "We need to hurry."

"But Gold -" Sachie's voice was positively terrified now. "Gold - turn around."

"Cut it out, Sachie!" Gold snapped. She threw the handkerchief in her hand on the floor, whipped round to glare at her friend -

-- and found herself looking at a livid Professor Vector.