#greendeathwizard

Fidgeting in his seat, caramel sunk into the head of the chair behind him as he held the smartphone above his face. The nineteen year old couldn't keep still. With strong coffee steeped in his blood, the race of energy made the night a second daytime incarnate. He was in the right mood to go out with a friend and just let loose an inner imp.

((OOC: Sure, why not. Harry needs some loving.))

Send 'SPIT IT OUT!' and I'll randomly generate a number. Whatever number it is, my muse will blurt it out to you!

{❄} ||     This was not the Harry he knew--

     Those eyes, that voice, the darkness that surrounds them, they were all foreign-- A L I E N .  Something told him that something wrong was taking place right in front of him, but he couldn't point a finger to it yet. Should he take action?

                 “ You're scarin' me. ”  

     In one swift motion, he had captured the stranger and pinned him against the floor, the flames from his signature weapon almost licking the other's nose. Hm. A simple confession wouldn't do the trick after all.

a six word story to describe my muse

Morgan had told her that they needed her help with something. She had clicked her way into the main room of their floor. Climbing down the stairs she moved to where Morgan stood. As she grew closer she noticed a boy standing near Morgan. The boy looked like he could be six, but looks were deceiving.

"Harry this is my friend Penelope." Morgan introduced. She waved at the boy with a smile. "You'll be staying with her until children's aid get's here. There backed up." The last part was directed at her and she nodded. "I have to go."

Kneeling to the boy's height Penelope smiled. "It's nice to met you Harry, I'm sure we'll have a great time together."

"Can’t tell if you mean that in a good way or a bad way so I’m going to assume good." Lily grimaced at her reply, a smirk almost, shaking her head.