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Greg Goyle (goyle_g) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

"They're easy to use," Greg confirmed, ignoring the still-shouting child in favour of talking to his mother. Having not been around children since he was one, Greg tended to be wary of them - and secretly dreaded the day that his friends started having them, let alone actually having one of his own. The fireworks were so easy to use, in fact, that George had taught Greg how to demonstrate them with only a bare minimum of frustration on either part.

Somewhat reluctantly, Greg pulled one of the smallest indoor fireworks from the shelf, showing Lisa the right spell to make it shoot up and explode with a shower of silver sparks. "That's not very dramatic," he acknowledged, "but they all light the same." And Greg didn't want to deal with an even louder explosion unless he really couldn't avoid it. He moved on, towards the outdoor fireworks. "These ones change from one shape to another," he explained - pointing at some packaging which showed a rabbit changing into a top hat. "These change colour. These start of small and then grow..." He continued to move on, using the full-colour pictures on the containers to remind him. "These, uh." He frowned in an effort of memory - but failed and quickly moved on. "Oh, there's ones that look like animals or people and... do stuff. You know, wave or jump or..." He left further details to Lisa's imagination.

Rooting through the moving animal fireworks, he managed to unearth a dragon. It wasn't the big fire-breathing dragon fireworks - those had been sold out days ago. This was smaller, a young dragon, and the picture showed it emitting showers of gold sparks when it thrashed its tail. "Wandering women?" he asked, distracted from handing over the coveted dragon firework. "Like... banshee? I don't think we've got any banshee."