Marissa MacFusty (for Sturgis, mostly)
Friday, Friday, Fri-day! She was going to go home this weekend and see the newest hatchlings, probably get herself scorched by sun and flame both ... it was going to be great. Marissa bopped to the music that she'd put on the radio and then finished her last bite of food. The radio went off and she rolled up her sleeves, looking down at her scrawls on the parchment. She was working on a new charm - one that would act more or less like a more sophisticated version of the scouring charm that they had already by locating the type of stain and removing it more effectively as a result.
One-third swish to the left, half-figure-eight to the East ... suddenly the room shook and her wand whipped out wildly to the right. Her wand began to smoke a violent purple and Marissa coughed hard, trying to correct her position. What the fuck was -- the smoke ignited and her wand exploded in a bright flash of blue-white light.
...along with her hand. Marissa might've been a tough girl, but the sudden sight of a bloody stump and n o trace of hand was too much even for her. She dropped down to her knees, dizzy and trying to squint through the smoke, while the room started to cave in around her.
Shit.
She just had to stay ... conscious ...
(Read comments)
Post a comment in response:
scribbld is part of the horse.13 network
Design by Jimmy B.
Logo created by 
hitsuzen.
Scribbld System Status
