closed | to each his own magic

[sorceresslite]

WHO || Ella & Faye [closed -- but not...]
WHAT || The gingerest member of the Dragon's Fire meets the newest member.
WHERE || Dragon's Fire Wing
WHEN || January 4th, mid-day [ backdated ]
HOW || Actionspam

When Ella isn't harassing Andrew, which happens with alarming regularity, she is usually in the Dragon's Fire Wing blowing something up. Sometimes it's because she is not particularly good at the magic she is attempting, but oftentimes its because there is something in the room she is allowed to blow up and she can't help herself.

The moment Faye walks into the the wing, Ella is shooting fire from her fingertips in order to engulf a cardboard cutout of Robert Pattinson in flames. When his burning head tips and falls off his body, joining a pile of charred cardboard that once was a member of One Direction, she erupts into giggles, jumping up and down in amusement, as she turns to grab the fire extinguisher and put him out.

Which is when she sees Faye. "Hi."

Comments

[reallywicked]

Yeah, sure. [Gurl she is going to come back to this topic at some point.] Do you know where my room is?

[lastdragomir]

No, but I can probably find it. Or you can borrow something of mine. [ they were roughly the same height and build after all, though faye actually had curves whereas lissa had none to speak of. ]

[reallywicked]

Whatever's easier. Just go. It's freezing in here.

[Translation: thanks. again.]

[lastdragomir]

[ lissa disappears with a flash of long blonde hair. she returns a few minutes later with a pair of skinny jeans, a camisole and a warm dark read sweater with a slouchy cowl she bought and never wore because even though she looks ballin' in red because of her hair and complexion she doesn't favor the color.

the sweater is also specifically chosen because it's thick enough that faye doesn't need to worry about her probably bloodstained bra. ] Here, I just went to my room, but you can keep them. I haven't worn any of it.

[reallywicked]

[Faye gives her a slightly confused look because even if she had worn it, it wouldn't matter to her.]

Thanks. [And off she goes to change. Something about being freshly cleaned with nice warm clothes makes it easier to forget being shot.] I'll get them back to you soon.