 Posts the image quickly because Katie is going to vom. Butterflies. *shudder* Yeahhh, Mr White! Yeah science!
Conjuring butterflies? But why?
It seemed like the most useless spell imaginable, except to make the room look prettier as the old professor said.
Shrug. Ah well.. It was good magical practice. Right?
Oliver screwed up his face, conjuring up an image of a butterfly in his mind. With his tongue peeking out the corner of his mouth in concentration, he waved his wand like the professor had and uttered the incantation. "Papilio!" And for some reason adopted a very strong Italian accent as he said it. Heh.
Something erupted from the end of his wand. He grasped it with both hands and stared wide-eyed as the biggest butterfly he had ever seen started flapping about in front of him! “Waaah!” He yelped and took a few paces back. It was HUGE – like the size of a dinner plate.. and damn hairy. “Professor.” He whined, looking a bit pale and not taking his eyes off the monster. “H-how do we get rid of them?” … Without hitting them with a rolled up newspaper. eeek!
Urrrrrrrh.. Oliver felt rather sick as the butterfly landed on his desk and.. was it looking at him? He tore his eyes away from it and glanced over at Pilliwickle with an expression that clearly said 'Heeelp meeee!'
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Last edited by noodles; 01-19-2010 at 07:38 PM.
Reason: Typos. :/
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