[She can't set him on fire on her first day. That would be a terrible, terrible precedent, and one she can't afford to have, and yet... She can't help imagining it anyways. Sure, he wouldn't be on fire long, with the brooms hovering protectively nearby (they'd douse him before he was really done for). Maybe she could afford to on the second or third day. Maybe.]
The green one, please. [Holding out her hand expectantly, she resists the urge to sigh.] Come on, do you have to levitate all of them?
no subject
The green one, please. [Holding out her hand expectantly, she resists the urge to sigh.] Come on, do you have to levitate all of them?