Thirty-First Stir || [Accidental Video]
[The PCD is resting on the kitchen counter when it turns on to the sight of Snape standing in front of the stove, a plate of fish next to him and his wand in his hand. He's affected, he knows he's affected, can feel the very absence of his magic to the very tips of his fingers, but he can't help but try again. So there he is, prodding at the stove, trying to light a fire, even going so far as to murmur the incantation under his breath.
Nothing. Not even a flicker.
Lips pinched together, he manages to hold back a sigh, eyes narrowing at the stove as he slips his wand back up his sleeve before suddenly--]
Erebus!
[Whoosh! The warp stalker appears on the counter in front of him, barely managing not to fall off the edge of it. Isn't this new trick of his cool, huh? Are you going to praise him, are you going to-- Hey, why are you pointing at the stove?]
We're in need of some fire.
[So that's why! Well, why are you telling him? Do it your-- Oh.
Oh no, Snape, have a look. He is not your personal lighter, thank you very--]
If you wish to eat tonight, I suggest you cough up a spark or two.
[Damn it. Fine.]
Nothing. Not even a flicker.
Lips pinched together, he manages to hold back a sigh, eyes narrowing at the stove as he slips his wand back up his sleeve before suddenly--]
Erebus!
[Whoosh! The warp stalker appears on the counter in front of him, barely managing not to fall off the edge of it. Isn't this new trick of his cool, huh? Are you going to praise him, are you going to-- Hey, why are you pointing at the stove?]
We're in need of some fire.
[So that's why! Well, why are you telling him? Do it your-- Oh.
Oh no, Snape, have a look. He is not your personal lighter, thank you very--]
If you wish to eat tonight, I suggest you cough up a spark or two.
[Damn it. Fine.]