Subject: The agents stood, eyeing their dismantled fortress.
Posted on: 2016-05-06 04:43:52 UTC

A real magic user, Michael thought. Great. "Look, we don't have to figh--" he was cut off by his partner flinging an apple at the pale man's head.

"GET 'EM, GREENIE!" Mia roared, charging after her projectile.

Michael sighed, then raised his wand. I was having such a nice day before all of this, he thought. "Stupefy!" he said, aiming at the dark-haired woman. Maybe I can find an untouched boxed lunch hanging around somewhere...

((Very nice imagery on the tables moving, by the way!


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