you dig your own grave
Where: A burning building in London
When: Tuesday 17th June
What: Romilda tends to fall into incidents of breaking wild magic. Pen comes to get her before they're both roasted alive.
Rating: It might be G rated. I am so ashamed.
Status: Closed, complete
"Sometimes," Pen said as she landed in the middle of the building, her eyes instantly searing a blazing red from the flames that engulfed the figure ahead. "I really wish I'd stuck with the whole childminding thing I started when I was twelve. It would have been a bit easier." Her hand gripped her wand as she shot a spray of water, accidentally hitting the woman rather than the fire, her vision so blurred by the smoke that it was making it difficult to aim. Which meant, she realized as she shot another burst off, that she wouldn't be able to Apparate either.
"That you, Romilda?" she called as she blinked again. The tears were streaming down her face as she choked the words out, covering her face with a sleeve. The shielding spells weren't working. This had to be wild magic indeed.
( I think I'm the 'grab you and get the bloody hell out' squad and thus far, it doesn't quite look to be working out that way. )