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destinyjazzhands 
After being attacked by that butterfly, Destiny did not want to conjure up anymore. Butterflies were creepy when they were all up in your face. Yes they were. With their beady eyes and twitchy antennas.
Destiny thought she was being attacked again, but it was only Evelyn nudging her, and showing her a pink butterfly? 'At least you remembered her name.' Ahh, nicknames sure come in handy, 'And why are your butterflys pink?' Of all the colors to choose, Evelyn decides to make pink ones!
She decided to give this one more try, but it any of these butterflies attack her again, she would quit. Concentrating hard on the type of butterflies she wanted, Destiny swished her wand, and 'Papilio!' A stream of blue butterflies zoomed out of her wand. Maybe too many blue butterflies.. 'Why did they have to be blue!?'
"I don't know." she mumbled, scowling again.
"It's not like I was thinking of pink when I did the spell. Or yellow for that matter." Stupid colors. At least she was able to make some green and silver ones. What if...what if conjuring pink butterflies meant something about her!? That would be creepy...
"At least yours are blue and not pink." Sitting back in her chair, she leaned her head back and stared at the ceiling. Only she couldn't, because there was a line of butterflies blocking her vision of it. And they were taking up her breathing space. Did butterflies breathe?