☮ six detention slips

[delincuente]

[Alex is bored. More than bored, actually. She's at the point where she's seriously considering picking up a book or something, just to dull the pain of having absolutely nothing to do. But alas, boredom hurts considerably less than reading, so right now she's just sitting on the floor of the lobby, practicing some magic on an innocent bench.]

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[huffythedragon]

[Spike's watching this because SPIKE IS EVERYWHERE, and, well, he's the most supportive guy on the planet. He's so supportive, he's going to start laughing at this magical fudge-up]

At least you didn't turn it into a chicken.

[delincuente]

No, I did that yesterday. Feathers everywhere.

[She does a double-take when she realizes that there's a dragon talking to her, of all things, but hey - she's seen weirder.]

[huffythedragon]

Well, you wouldn't have to worry about getting eggs any more.

[A tiny dragon at that, who's walking a little closer] Alex, right? I remember your voice over the journal.

[delincuente]

Wait, you're Spike? The kid who can't sleep?

[And she just stares at him for a moment.]

You're scalier than I imagined.

/placeholder (I hate you, work B|)

[lord_wizard]

[Felix wants to tell himself that he did not just see that. That benches cannot animate and make sounds. That magic cannot do that and certainly not with...with...very bad rhyming.

It's not working.

What's more interesting (or more alarming) is that a magic-user this blatant has slipped past his nets.

This will not do. At all.

He'll just...clear his throat and try not to look completely astounded]

it's a-okay!

[delincuente]

If you want to keep watching, you're gonna have to buy a ticket.

[Said completely deadpan, as she scratches the bench on the back, resulting in some more happy donkey noises.]

[lord_wizard]

[equally deadpan]

If you wanted to charge, darling, you shouldn't be doing magic in a public area.

[delincuente]

"Darling"? What are you, British?

[This remark makes little to no sense, but she's just focused on her donkey-bench right now. She repeats the spell, and this time a pair of furry ears pop out of the wood.]

[p2iioniic]

[Wait.

What.

Yeah, the troll noticed your "magic."]

Did you jutht try to catht a thpell by rhyming?

[delincuente]

[Oh hey, a grey kid. Alex waggles her fingers at him.]

Correction: I did just cast a spell by rhyming.

[p2iioniic]

Tho you were intending to make a bench thound like a hoofbeatht?

[delincuente]

Uh, sure. And it worked, see?

[She gives the bench another little scratch, and it makes a happy donkey noise.]

[derpling]

[Meiling's just gonna point and laugh at this. Not in a YOU SUCK way but in a YOU'RE SILLY way~]

Haha, that's great! I don't think I've seen that kind of magic before.

[delincuente]

[And for that laughter, you get a who-you-laughing-at-dumbass look.]

What do you mean by "that kind"?

[derpling]

[See this dopey wide grin? That's all you get back~]

The whatever you used to turn the bench into a half-bench, half-beast. I don't think Patchy or that bratty thieving witch ever knew how to do that.

[delincuente]

Dude, this was like one of the first things I learned. It's kid stuff.

[Which is precisely why it's not working. It's just, um, too easy.]

[tehoniongirl]

[Jilly was just passing through the lobby on her way to the kitchen, but that's not exactly the sort of thing you just walk away from. Give her a second while she processes what she just saw]

...I think I'm still impressed.

[delincuente]

Mission accomplished.

[With a few more words, the bench finally cooperates and sprouts donkey ears, and Alex turns around to look at Jilly.]

[tehoniongirl]

[giving a bit of a laugh]

...hopefully no one comes along and tries to sit on it.

[delincuente]

No, no, that was my intention.