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Who: Frank and Open Where: The grounds, nearish the Forest Rating: Worksafe Summary: Frank gets in some practice
The sun was beating down, making Frank's shirt cling to his broad back. He'd ditched the robe and tie a few yards back, tangled in folds of blacks and blues. His shirtsleeves were rolled up, exposing sun-browned arms, and his brows were drawn together in fierce concentration as he pointed the wand at a safe point in the distance and tried the spell again.
Power flared from the tip, a roar of fire exploding out before dying back again, like a dragon's breath. Frank hissed in a breath, then shook the ends of his hair out of his eyes and tried again, harder this time.