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« Thread Started on Jun 20, 2006, 4:16pm » | ![[Quote]](http://s1.images.proboards.com/buttons/quote.gif) |
Carissa stood looking at the Shrieking Shack with faint amusement touching her face. Her father told her all about the history of the place that is supposed to be haunted. She never believed him when he told her stories of the place. She still didn't. She placed her arms on the fence and gazed out at the vast field that surrounded the place. She sighed, bored out of her mind. School hadn't started yet so she didn't have anything to do. Except stir up trouble.
She was dressed in a pair of skin tight jeans that hugged her curves and a heavy sweater to ward off the slight chill that was in the air. It wasn't really cold enough to wear a cloak, so she didn't. Besides, if she did get cold, she was quite skilled at warming spells and she did know how to start a fire if she needed to.
The breeze picked up her hair and she thought that she heard a moaning sound coming from not too far away from where she was standing. She drew her wand and held it lightly in her right hand, she doubted that it was anything or anyone, but a person could never be too sure now could they? She turned quietly and looked at the trees that were behind her. Then she looked back at the shack and laughed at herself. It was probably just the wind blowing through the cracks in the walls of the shack.
But she heard the moaning noise again. Not one to really ever be afraid of anything, she still held her wand out, ready to attack if she needed to.
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« Reply #1 on Jun 20, 2006, 10:00pm » | |
This should be fun, Markus thought, from behind a stand of tall pine trees. About ten minutes earlier, he had seen a girl perhaps his age coming up to the old, supposedly haunted house, and decided to give her a scare. Maybe he was just mean, but he couldn't think of any other way to meet her. Face-to-face confrontations rarely ended well with him. Heck, he was lucky if they did not end in magic duels, or even full-blown fistfights. Of course, he blamed this on the naturally hypersensitive air that magic seemed to give some people. I mean, how was he supposed to have known that that sweater had been knitted by that girl's deceased mother? It was still pretty ugly...and he was fully entitled to his opinions. Even if his opinions were a bit offensive, that was well beside the point.
Fighting a snicker, he had made a loud moaning noise, using whatever powers of voice projection he posessed to make it seem as if it were coming from the scary beat-up building. It seemed to have worked...the girl, who he felt sure must go to Draconian, drew her wand and looked directly at the trees. Darn it! She must have suspected something...maybe he wasn't so talented at vocal projection as he had hoped (and previously bragged). Not to be defeated, however, he made another moaning noise and decided to add words.
"Giiiiirl....you should be ashaaaaaamed....tight jeeeeeeeans in the winter. Come on, you can't tell me you're not coooooold." the "ghost" wailed, and he could not supress a bit of a snicker. This was actually pretty fun...but he hoped she did not intend to attack the phantom spirits or anything like that. People who brandished their wands like that generally meant trouble, and he did not want to be on the business-end of a Dark hex or anything like that. He valued his limbs, specifically their attachment to his body, too much to allow that to happen. Should he give himself up and plead for an apology?
Not yet, not yet....he wanted to wait and see what she would do. Would this girl attack the mystery tree-phantom, or would she talk back? It could go either way, really. Maybe he should start wagers with his House, over his daily life. Markus did seem to do some very interesting things...and if he were right, he might make a pretty galleon every now and then. He was in no position to pass up money, in whatever form it took. Even immoral. Was gambling allowed at Hogwarts? He hadn't thought to ask at orientation...maybe he should've. Well, that was a question for his Head of House when he decided to go back up to the castle.
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« Reply #2 on Jun 20, 2006, 10:21pm » | |
Carissa looked sharply at the shack, not so sure anymore if the place was really haunted or not. She brushed off the tingle that she felt run down her spine as she thought that she heard the faint whispering of magic coming from behind her. Carissa was a seventh year student at Draconian, so she knew if games were being played or not on her. Her back straight, her wand still held in her right hand, she smiled as she started to walk toward the shack, wanting to find the exact cause of the moaning noises that she had heard.
She jumped slightly when she heard the soft moaning sounds actually start to talk to her. She grinned, then laughed softly at her own jumpiness. "I never thought that a ghost would be so concerned with whether a girl that was still flesh and blood should be ashamed of herself for wearing tight jeans. I actually like wearing them." She said with another smile.
If whoever the voice was coming from, she would play along, for now. But if it turned out too boring, well, she wouldn't be responsible for her actions. "But speaking of the way I'm dressed, You wouldn't have had any reason to look if you weren't so jealous of me still being alive." She said with a small chuckle. Imagine, a ghost worried about the way she was dressed. "I'm quite warm at the moment Mr. Ghost. Or are you a woman?" She smirked as she turned back to face the trees.
She kept her wand raised she knew there was someone else with her. Besides, Carissa didn't believe in ghosts. Well, not really. She had never encountered one that was actually outside though. It seemed to Carissa that the ghosts all tended to stay inside the school. She she shrugged her shoulders and started to walk toward the pine trees. She was sensing someone was around, and she wanted to meet the person who had made her laugh and thank them. Maybe whoever the person was would be another mischief maker like she was.
One could always hope.
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« Reply #3 on Jun 20, 2006, 10:45pm » | |
"Oh, ghosts can be concerned about looooooots of thiiiiiiiings. Like poooodles, or the sunday fuuuuuuuuunnies, or apricoooooooooooots...I, for instance, am interesting in leeeeeeeeeeeeeeemmings. Yay mass suicide!" he replied, though the effect of his ghost voice was slightly ruined by the humor in his words. Markus couldn't help it...it was just a part of his personality. The funny could not be smothered beneath a dull exterior. Even if one used sackcloth, the funny refused the smothering. And this was saying something, as sackcloth could smother an awful lot of things very easily. Why else would they use it to make sacks? To prevent stowaways on ships, obviously. Why else would they use sackcloth to make sacks? It didn't make sense.
He laughed a bit more when he heard her reply. "Jealous of you being aliiiiiiive? Well, I neeeeeever...I am not a jealous peeeerson. My ex-girlfriend was a very jealous person, which lead to me being in my present staaaaaate." he replied, trying to maintain the ghost. Though he had never been on a date, much less aquired an ex-girlfriend. For some reason, people seemed to avoid him....Markus put it down to envy of his skillz (z intentional) and the general meanness of wizardkind that he had referred to earlier. Was everyone but him affected with this horrible malady? Such a fate seemed too cruel to bear...after all, what was the point of seeing if you lived in a world of blind people?
A woman? How could she even suggest something like that? Markus had thought his masculinity would be self-evident, even if he were represented only as a disembodied mystery voice. Oh, that was all kinds of an insult...but she was probably just trying to upset him. Of course. Nothing could give away a trick more than emotions. If you giggled when you were about to be caught, you were a dead giveaway. The same if you acted like your normal self in your emotion. Though ghosts did have emotion, it was usually a bit more subtle. After all, they had had years for anger management, and it usually took more than a slight insult to get one flustered. Unless the insult was about something they were particularly...sensitive about. There was reportedly a ghost in one of the old girl's lavatories, though he had never thought to go look.
"I most certainly am noooooooot a woman...Can't you tell froooooom my voice how masculine I am? Yup. I'd say more, but I'm buuuuusy putting on ghostly liiiiiiipstick." he joked back, going for the nonchalant, humorous approach. That tended to work best. Though he hadn't met many funny ghosts lately either...didn't ghosts do anything amusing? Well, his House's ghost could be pretty good company, but he seemed a bit bitter about his head still being partially attached...it could be hard to get a laugh out of some of these spirity types. Maybe dying depressed people. He didn't know..
He heard the crunch of leaves from someone's footsteps, and knew that she was walking over. Very well...it was about time they met for real. And the ice was semi-broken, so it shouldn't be so awkward as he had feared. Yes, things seemed to be going nicely. Markus hoped he wouldn't screw everything up like he usually did...but he knew if it was going to happen, it was going to happen.
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« Reply #4 on Jun 20, 2006, 11:19pm » | |
Carissa stopped as she listened to the voice of her 'ghost' and doubled up with silent laughter. All the things that it was saying were just hella funny. She did let a soft chuckle escape her lips at one point, not being able to hold it back. She put her wand back into the top of her boot and moved slowly in the general direction of the 'ghost'. Her eyes scanned the ground, looking for any signs that there was actually someone there. She saw foot prints and laughed all the more. "I have you now." She growled playfully. She jumped behind a tree, only to find that there was no one there. So she moved on.
She was laughing at herself the whole time. Her cheeks rosy from the cool breeze that blew. The smile on her face only enhanced her dimples. She thought that she may be getting closer to the voice behind her 'ghost'. She crouched behind a tree and became very silent. She had the feeling that whoever it was, they were just on the other side of the tree. She slid up the trunk very slowly from the ground, and moved quickly to the other side, bumping into a very solid person when she did so. She stumbled backward and laughed at her own clumsiness.
Taking a few steps back, she looked up and into the very nice eyes of a boy that she had never seen before in her life. "I guess the game is up my 'ghost'. I found you." She said to him. She brushed the stray hairs back from her face that had so ungraciously slipped into her eyes. "I'm .... um..." She was tongue tied. She shook her head and gave him a full smile. Flashing her dimples at him. "I'm Carissa O'Hara. And I take it that you are my 'ghost'?" She said with a small smirk on her face. One eyebrow was raised in question as she looked at his face, silently laughing at everything he had said in his ghost form.
"It's nice to meet you. And I must say, that was quite entertaining. And here I was, afraid of dying from boredom. I mean, since I'm new her anyway. I go to Draconian. Do you go there as well? Or do you go to Hogwart's?" She laughed again, trying to forget the voice that he had so expertly thrown.
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« Reply #5 on Jun 21, 2006, 12:03am » | |
He snorted when she jumped behind one of the trees, which he was not behind, with a big yell. Silly girl...good thing he had moved behind this other tree at the last second. Why was he making a stab at being evasive? Because it was such good fun, that's why. There's no amusement in giving others what they want. Spunk is the only thing worth laughing over, and it was not really his style to be obedient. Obedience is for the simple-minded and those with so little spirit they cannot imagine ever doing anything 'improper', or against the rules. The thing is, those rules are more like guidelines anyway...nobody really obeyed them if they posessed half a neuron.
"Awk!" he muttered as she suddenly ran into him. Ouch...sharp chest pain..but he had to hand it to her, she moved quickly. Caught him by surprise, and there weren't many things that did that. "Darn, you caught me..." Markus answered, inhaling deeply to try to set his heartrate back to normal. It would not do to have a heart attack when he had just met a new person...things like that, new friendships did not generally survive. Oh sure, they might be nice, but things would be different. When he had calmed down sufficiently, he turned back and grinned. She was even cuter up close...though definitely older by a bit. But not much, maybe just a couple years. Not bad...and he liked older partners anyway. They tended to be more mature, and maturity was important.
He nodded, laughing. "Yup, you have found me.....the jig is up. I'm not really a ghost, I'm....an underwear model! Muaha! No, not really that either...I'm fibbing again. Fiiiiib...oh wait, I'm still doing the ghost thing...sorry. Heh, I got a bit too into the part. Maybe I should be an actor! I can see it now...my name in lights...a huge theatre packed with people....and me tapdancing onstage. Ew...that's a rather unsavory image. Maybe it wouldn't be so great.." He tended to prattle on a bit when he got nervous, and people had told him before that it was obvious to others how freaked he was. A pity...talkative people, who strangle conversations, are supposed to be even more hated than mimes. And people hate mimes an awful lot, for whatever reason.
"Carissa....I compliment your parents on their good taste in names. It reminds me of the word caress...Caressa. Sounds almost alike. But the 'i' version is better to a T. I am Markus...That's with a k. Name spellings can get a little confusing.." Markus added, glad to discover her name. It was always easier to converse if you knew someone else's name, because you could use it to gain their attention. Mind wandering? Just add it to your sentence, and notice will go back to you. A rather useful trick, a lot of people in magazines swore by it. And if they were in a magazine, they must know what they were talking about, right?
He listened as she stated her school with a laugh. So he had been right...Draconian. "I attend Hogwarts, yes...it's a fair school, but it gets a bit musty...much older, lotsa cobwebs, you get the idea. I can barely eat my cereal without seeing some nasty spider or other insect. It makes eating in Hogsmeade a very pleasing option...which is what lead me here, I guess." he answered, shuddering comically. The amount of bugs might be slightly exaggerated, but they were definitely there, no matter what the elves did to try to get rid of them. Markus did not envy them their lot in life...but they seemed happy, so he wasn't going to question their career paths.
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« Reply #6 on Jun 21, 2006, 4:09pm » | |
Carissa stood staring at him with a grin very apparent on her face as she listened to Markus ramble on and on. She got visuals of everything he was talking about and she laughed softly at the image of him tapdancing. She thought that she was the only person who talked and talked when given the chance. But it was very obivious to her that she was very wrong on that note. Her breathing was slightly heavy from trying to hold back the laughter that threatened to spill from her lips. She looked with concern when he started breathing faster. She must have scred him, but considering that Carissa was shorter than he was, she didn't see where the threat from her could possibly come from. "I.. I didn't mean to scare you. I thought the game was getting good. Almost too good it seems." She said as she grinned up at him. Her hazel eyes looked into his and there was a hint if wonder hidden deep within them.
She was looking at him too much. She was sure that she was blushing that rosy oink color again. But she would just blame it on the small breeze that sent a chill floating across her cheeks. Carissa was actually relieved to that it wasn't really a ghost. But she wasn't going to tell Markus that. When he complimented her parents on the choice of her name, all she could do was smile before she responded. "Well, I think they choose wisely. I never thought about my name like caress before." And it was true, she was Carissa to everyone that she knew. Another blush graced on her cheeks. He was a smooth one, she had to give him that.
She slipped her hands into the front pockets of her jeans and looked down at the ground to hide any further blushing from his eyes. "Markus. With a 'K'. I think I'll be able to remember that." She didn't think she would remember, she knew that she would. A name said something about a person. It sometimes helped to define their character. "Well, don't you think that you're parents choose well too?" She asked him as she scuffed her booted foot over the leaves that were on the ground.
"Bugs? Yuck. I would want to eat in Hosmeade too if there were bugs and whatnot in my school." She was silently happy that they didn't go to the same school. That way, they wouldn't be together if they ever got in trouble at school, and they wouldn't have to suffer through detentions together and then get into even more trouble at said detentions. They seemed like they would get in trouble too. That sense of fun and games was apparent in his demeanor, just as it was with Carissa.
But another part of her wasn't happy that they didn't go to the same school. They wouldn't be able to see each other as much. But Carissa did have her own house, but she couldn't tell Markus that yet. What if he was a stalker or something? "I'm in seventh year. What year are you at Hogwarts?" She couldn't tell how old he was, but she did want to know.
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« Reply #7 on Jun 21, 2006, 5:06pm » | |
Ah, so she did think he was funny. She was certainly grinning and laughing enough over what he said. Well, he supposed tapdancing, in any context, could be quite amusing. Along with Twiggy, eggs, Michael Jackson, lemmings, porkchops, and lots of other things. There was a fine art to telling jokes...which mostly just involved knowing what an individual or a crowd would find funny. For instance, you could be talking about the most inane things, like baking a pie, then throw in a complete non sequiter and listen to the torrent of chuckles that resulted.
"I wasn't scared...it takes a lot more than a pretty girl to freak me out, even if she does jump on me and yell. Like sauerkraut...pickled cabbage in layman's terms. It's just...creepy...when I see it, I just....aaaah, turn into a super-wimp and scream like a ninny." He giggled, thinking about the time he had done that at a New York hotdog stand. People had stared at him like he was nutters. Maybe he was, on second thought...scary. But scarier yet was sauerkraut.
Markus was observant enough to notice the slight, soft pink of a blush across her cheeks. Aww...it was pretty cute, but he wouldn't mention it. Definitely the weather...he was right, she had to be cold. If he still knew her at Christmas, he'd give her a scarf. Maybe dark blue, that would go with her colouring. What was he saying? He'd probably never see her again; different school after all. And one did not visit people they had only met once at Christmas just to give them a gift.
He laughed, stretching his arms above his head. "I don't know if they made a wise choice or not...people named Markus tend to be hyper, troublesome, mischevious, and a bit crazy. But on the other hand...they're also supposed to have good hearts, which detracts from the previous positive points...in the end, it's pretty tied." Markus replied, looking around and wishing suddenly that it would snow. It was June, so it certainly wouldn't be happening naturally, and weather magicks were quite far beyond his ability sect. He tended to be better at Herbology and Ancient Runes.
"Yeah, bugs are horrible...like every night, I make sure there are no spiders hiding in my bed. One of the other guys in Gryffindor said that there was a tarantula on his pillow yesterday, but I don't believe it. For one thing, he ate all the sherried carrots...why do they put sherry in carrots anyway? But the point is, he was probably just a little bit smashed on spiked veggies, so his sight isn't really very reputable. And two...well, he had taken about three bludgers to the head during team practice. Nobody can withstand that sort of cranial abuse without consequences." The memory made him laugh even harder.
He listened to what she said her year was. If the two schools followed the same grade system, then she was two years his senior. Which wasn't really that much...but would she think he was too immature for her? "I'm in fifth year..." he answered, sighing. It wasn't a bad year...much better than his third, certainly. That year had been spent mostly sulking in his common room when he wasn't at lessons or meals.
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« Reply #8 on Jun 21, 2006, 9:42pm » | |
Carissa burst into renewed fits of giggles the more Markus talked to her. She couldn't help it. He really made her laugh. "You are so funny Markus." She said, still laughing softly. "Do you want to go to Hogmeade then? Maybe the Three Broomsticks and get a drink or something? I could really use one right now." She felt like being a little bit bold at the moment, so she did. "I mean, if you want, that is." She looked up at Markus hopefully. And who knew what would happen after that. She just wanted to have some fun. And drinking and messing with others was one of her favorite things to do. She grinned when he said that people named Markus were mischevious. "I guess my name means that too. I'm troublesome as well as mischevious. So it seems like we have something in common." Another smile graced her lips.
"Spiked veggies? What do they feed you at that school?" She involuntarily shivered at the thought of food like that. "That just sounds gross." Carissa knew that the food at Draconian was way better. It had to be if students from Hogwart's didn't want to eat it. " Are you the only one who feels that way about the food? Or do others as well?" She did want to know.
When he told her what year he was in, she grinned happily. She was glad that he wasn't any younger than that. If he were, they would only be friends. And Carissa was already thinking about how she could get to see Markus again. "So, do you want to go to the Three Broomsticks then?" She asked him. "Or maybe someplace else would suit you?" She was shocked at her own boldness. Was it because she felt drawn to his personality? Was it his looks? Was it the way he seemed completely at ease around her? Carissa didn't have any answer for it, so she didn't worry about it any longer.
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« Reply #9 on Jun 21, 2006, 10:35pm » | |
"Three Broomsticks? But of course. You look like you could do with some warming up...and it sounds fun, besides. That lady Madame Rosmerta, who runs it, seems to be perpetually drunk...this one time I was there, she took off her blonde wig and put it on the head of this really old guy there. She looked so funny...and then she asked the old man to dance with her, calling him, 'a pretty young girl.'" he agreed, snorting. All of the things he said actually happened...Markus did not make up stories, no matter how farfetched a lot of his tales might sound. Odd things just seemed to happen while he was present, even odd by Wizarding standards.
It could be that he had control over the probability dimension, and unconsciously made odd things happen. If this were true, then he would be the most powerful wizard alive. But as it were, he blamed it on the places he tended to hang out. Or it was entirely possible that they had some secret agreement to do strange things while he was there, so he would come back again for more story fodder. Whatever it was, he still found it quite nice. Markus wondered what might happen at the Three Broomsticks when he went there with Carissa.
Hopefully something good-strange or funny-strange instead of bad-strange or scary-strange. Like a man in a Santa Clause suit coming in through the chimney and giving everybody present candy. That would be something to discuss in a positive light. If something bad-strange like an alien invasion were to occur, he didn't know what he would do. Well, he could use his imaginary powers of probability to make a meteor crash on their spaceship and save humankind, but that sounded way too much like a comic book for his tastes.
"Oh, the meals are actually pretty nice." Markus replied quickly, not wanting stories to go around Draconian that they were feeding the Hogwarts kids garbage. That certainly wouldn't do anything good for good old HSOM's reputation in the wizarding world. "They don't put alcohol in all of our food...and there's always lotsa sugary cereal for people like me who need a sugar rush every morning. I swear I'd die without it...What sort of chow do they give you at Draconian?" He added favourably, smiling. His love of cereal was not really that extreme, but he did like it more than most breakfast foods.
"Well, a few kids complain a bit, but then they complain about everything. I hate people who complain too much, it gives me a headache..." he sighed, thinking about certain people at his House table. Some folks just do not know when to shut up, and he could say this from experience. There were times when he wished he were in Ravenclaw...most of them seemed pretty cool and collected. Maybe it came with the intelligence they were supposedly known for. Could just be a coincidence, but Markus had never seen any Ravenclaws do anything particularly smart. The kids who were top of his classes tended to be Slytherins.
He nodded. "Yeah, I'd love to go. Do you wanna go now, or would you like to stare at this shack any longer? Historical importance does take precedence over drinks with some strange fellow you'd just met." Markus answered, knowing pretty well that she'd leave. There wasn't really anything to look at...he was beginning to think there wasn't anything haunted there after all. The closest he had come to a ghost would be himself, and he knew quite well that he was alive.
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« Reply #10 on Jun 22, 2006, 1:28pm » | |
Carissa laughed just a little more, tears actually starting to appear in her eyes. Her sides were starting to hurt from all the laughing she had been doing. "Seriously? She did that? I wish I could have seen that. " She could actually imagine seeing that too. She flicked back a stray piece of her hair and turned toward the dirt road that would lead them to Hogsmeade. They could still talk as they walked couldn't they? It didn't take that much coordination to walk and talk at the same time. Unless the other person was clumsy or something. She looked back over her shoulder at Markus and with a jerk of her head, she motioned for him to follow her.
She began walking down the road slowly, looking at the trees and bushes that were growing on either side of the road. She was hoping that something fun or exciting would happen on their little adventure. She was ready for something great to happen for a change. Sometimes she just was so bored with her everyday life that she would find herself in tears. It was that bad sometimes. And usually when that happened, she would do out and stir up trouble in any way that she could.
She thought back on one time that she allowed herself to change into her full Veela form just to terrorize people. And that was certainly alot of fun. But it wasn't something that she did on a daily basis. Just when she was really bored. But she doubted that she would ever be bored when she was around Markus. He seemed highly skilled at keeping her amused and she liked that about him. Well, that and the fact that he was just so darn cute. She was really glad that she had met him and she did like him already.
"It's good to know that the food is good. And the food that we get served over at Draconian is excellent. I have even learned how to cook a few of the things that we eat. Maybe I could cook for you sometime." She choked back a small laugh that threatened to escape her lips. "I mean." She stopped for a few moments as she looked over at Markus. Well, why not? She didn't have anything to lose did she? "Yeah, I would cook them for you sometime. And you could compare our food with your food." She said to him, blushing even harder then before.
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« Reply #11 on Jun 22, 2006, 11:00pm » | |
"Weird things do tend to happen everywhere I go," he admitted with a shrug and a grin, "I sometimes think I manipulate the probability field. Do you think that's weird?" Markus didn't mind laughing at himself; the things he did sometimes amused even himself. He could never anticipate his own actions, which did lead to some what-just-happened moments. Unpredictability made the world better in general, he felt.
He followed after her, hands stuffed into his pockets. The road grew better-paved and easier to walk on the farther they went, which was a relief, as his feet had been starting to ache from the rough cobbles. These were worn down by the shoes of maybe millions of people going about their way for many years, as long as it had existed. That was a very extensive history...he wondered what sort of crazy things this street must've seen in its time. If only inanimate things wrote autobiographies...
"So, if they really exist, I shall use my mystical powers of probability to make something cool happen..." he proclaimed, closing his eyes and waving his hands. Now he needed to think on his feet, make it funny. "So I say the magic words, and...Alakashplooooooozie Bango!" He opened his eyes, looking around, jokingly expectant. And something did happen, but not what he had expected.
In the middle of the road, just a few feet before them, stood a tall woman in a large pink dress, holding a silver wand and wearing a tiara. For some odd reason, she was also in a large, shimmery bubble. She looked at him and smiled. Somewhat freaked out, he looked at Carissa. "Um, am I having a hallucination?" he asked, quite hoping he was. It was not normal for the bloody Good Witch Glinda to be in the middle of the road, staring at them and smiling.
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