Stephen and Illy
Casting spells to make fireworks sounded fun (maybe it was just the part about burning things. Fire. Loud crackles and colorful shapes in the sky). There was something about her grin and hooded eyes right then that suggested she loved to watch the world burn anyway.
"I would like to make fireworks with you," Illyana decided, smoothing her dress (so white, so pristine - prowling the party with liquid grace and beauty, searching for things to devour, as one did). "Are they silent fireworks? Some people do not like the loud noises."
She was not one of those people. Things that were bombastic were just fine for her.