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Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Seamus leaned back to glare at Dean. "Do you have no faith in me?" he asked, hands still moving things unseen. "We have a stove, we have ingredients," he gestured to each in turn, a pile of various edibles already on the counter. "It may not be quite mam's minted lamb stew, but I can do us any kind of omelette you can think of." Or at least, he could if he could just find some eggs.

Giving up on traditional means, he pulled his wand from his pocket and muttered 'accio eggs' - at which prompting, five eggs came flying straight for him. "Fuck!" A cushioning charm managed to save four of them, but the fifth splattered against his wand hand, and his wind. "Oh, yuck. This is all your fault, Thomas!" He was grinning even as he retreated to the sink to wash egg from his hand and sleeve - and to dab his wand carefully on the towel.