Blaise in Space! fanfic100 prompt 69 (Thunder)
I actually wrote this last night. Didn't post because I was practically falling asleep at the keyboard and felt it wasn't done. I reread this morning, and I think I was wrong. This feels done. If it isn't, my apologies and please let me know!
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The windows in Blaise's quarters offered an excellent view of the approaching storm. It was nothing compared to *the* storm, of course, but it was still a spectacular light show.
Room lights dimmed, he had watched while lying on his back in the middle of the sitting area. Once the storm has passed, the thunder no longer filling his ears, Blaise pulls out his wand and continues the display, streaks of lightning dancing around the room.
He stops abruptly when the door flies open. Dr McKay bursts in as the last bolt fades away, the thunder gently rolling into nothingness. Blaise rolls his wand under the sofa, tossing out a wordless disillusionment charm just in case.
Rodney stops short when he notices Blaise on the floor. "I was getting odd energy readings... I didn't know anybody lived here. What are you doing on the floor?"
"I had been watching the storm," Blaise answers as he props himself up on his elbows. "I just hadn't gotten around to getting up yet."
"Oh. Well." Rodney gestures with the device in his hand. "Did you see or hear anything unusual right before I came in?"
Blaise lowers himself back all the way to the floor, relieved; Rodney hadn't seen the wand.