Accidental Incineration
Who: Lizzie ot Warren, anyone
Where: Samus' Game Club, then the cemetery
When: Tuesday afternoon
Lizzie was having a bad day - starting with the phone call that had woken her up this morning. Her mother had called from England requesting that Lizzie stop writing to her because the letters were all 'tediously detailed' and she didn't have time for such things with her new charity work. That of course, had caused them to start fighting - and because she was upset, her magic had gone off and she'd burned an innocent chair nearly to death. Kit'd yelled at her for destroying things, even though it was technically a somewhat crappy old chair to begin with. Then at school, she'd been surprised by a history pop quiz that she hadn't quite studied for. And at the Academy, Kit's lecture for magic class included a lecture on the perils of magical accidents and how they could sometimes lead to the destruction of prized furnishings.
Needless to say, she needed a bit of cheering up - so she made her way to Warren's usual after school hangout to see if he felt like going out and doing something that night. She pushed open the familiar door, and walked inside. "Anybody home?" she asked, heading for the counter.
Where: Samus' Game Club, then the cemetery
When: Tuesday afternoon
Lizzie was having a bad day - starting with the phone call that had woken her up this morning. Her mother had called from England requesting that Lizzie stop writing to her because the letters were all 'tediously detailed' and she didn't have time for such things with her new charity work. That of course, had caused them to start fighting - and because she was upset, her magic had gone off and she'd burned an innocent chair nearly to death. Kit'd yelled at her for destroying things, even though it was technically a somewhat crappy old chair to begin with. Then at school, she'd been surprised by a history pop quiz that she hadn't quite studied for. And at the Academy, Kit's lecture for magic class included a lecture on the perils of magical accidents and how they could sometimes lead to the destruction of prized furnishings.
Needless to say, she needed a bit of cheering up - so she made her way to Warren's usual after school hangout to see if he felt like going out and doing something that night. She pushed open the familiar door, and walked inside. "Anybody home?" she asked, heading for the counter.