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Ernest (Ernie/Ern) Macmillan (ernsthename) wrote in pandorarpg,

Ernie had gotten back from work the morning of the 13th and had spent the better part of that day sleeping after he had put every ward that he could think of and muster in his tired state around the Finch-Fletchley manor, before just falling asleep on top of the bed with his wand under his pillow. He had awoken the next day for a few hours, and had taken to cleaning up, applying a few more wards around the manor, and promptly falling asleep at 3:00am or something like that. He was rather serious when he said that he'd spend the next few days sleeping.

It was that night or that morning that he figured that maybe sleep was somewhat overrated. He had awoken with a start, at the same point, but realized something was different. He could've sworn he felt the actual pain up until now, and could've sworn that he had tasted blood in his own mouth--but he noticed his skin was still there upon very quick inspection. Or so he saw it by the light of the blazing candles... It took him a moment though, to realize that it wasn't quite candle light, but was the chair by the door. On fire. Startling again, he murmured a water spell to extinguish the fire with a shakey jet of water dousing the flames. His mouth was dry and his throat was hoarse. He also took note of the fact that he had been gripping his wand from under the soft down pillow prior to waking up.

He stood up and took note of the glass of the bedside lamp that was shattered on the floor, and the frame of that painting of a landscape with a hunting party that was twisted. (He was glad that it wasn't magical since its inhabitants would've completely freaked out at that point.) For a moment he just stood there taking in the fullness of the destruction...it has been awhile since he has performed any unintentional magic. He sighed, feeling his breath shakily escape his lips before realizing that he was feeling lightheaded. Of course, he hasn't really eaten yesterday since he spent so much time sleeping. He found a bathrobe on the trunk at the end of his bed, and pulling that on, he pulled open the bedroom door.

The smell of food hit him immediately, as he made his way to where he heard people talking and quietly entered the room where Justin and his family sat, still feeling somewhere between numb and completely on edge despite knowing that he was as safe as safe could be right then and there...