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Pandora Montgomery (pandacharms) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

"No large spell work, then, and I'll figure out how far I can push it." She would not want to owe for a television; she knew just enough to know they weren't exactly cheap. She was intrigued that she would have one, however.

"I've carried wards before, but not something of the extent you're talking about," she said. "I wasn't old enough to be put on more than the basic stuff at the country house when everything happened." And since then she'd been just responsible for whatever room she warded for herself, though she'd learned blood wards from her time with some of the oldest pureblood families, the blood-based ones that allowed only family through it when activated. Many people considered them Dark or at least grey, but it made her feel safest in her last place when little else had.

Pandora's eyes fluttered closed as the sensory input flooded in, and she leaned a little more heavily against the wall. "Yeah... it's heady and rather different," she said, letting herself soak it in like he suggested. "Most things bigger than us are slower like that." She opened her eyes slowly, the grey-green color more heavily green as she smiled slowly at him. "Nice. I promise to try not to fry people with the wards," she joked, removing her hand from the wall.