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Candace Quaye (fullvoice) wrote in junctusic,

Though he was probably two decades her junior, Oliver's secure hold made Candace feel almost like a girl again, and she had a sudden flash of insight into why Narcissa might enjoy dating a man barely older than her son. "There's no harm done," she assured him, trying to wriggle her fingers off Oliver's arm as she spoke. As long as some part of her body remained connected, she seemed to have some movement, but her hand sticking to Oliver like a magic was a surreal image, and she giggled. "Well, some mischief managed, I suppose," she amended. "Whatever is the matter?"

When Oliver's hand tried to jerk away, and failed, Candace tried adding her own weight to it with a determined effort to pull away from the offending (though not offensive) limb. It made no apparent difference. "No, I've only just come out to see what all the excitement is," Candace said. "Maybe a stray sticking charm missed something and struck one of us." It was hard to say which. "I can reach my wand with my left hand, I think. I'm not as good with it as my right, but for a simple spell it ought to pass muster."