Snippet #1289119

Ryu snorted lightly, gazing around the keyboard, walking from one end to the other to determine how to bypass this. However, a voice spoke out, bringing him out of his reverie.

"My fair lady," the pixie surprisingly enough shouted out in a sing-song voice, "to press the wrong key would result in a lot of falling down!"

The Australian wizard snorted lightly, crossing his arms. "...Well, bloody hell. I suppose I was right to a certain extent." He bit his lip, gazing over at the keyboard again. "Great. And I'm no classical musician..."

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Ron himself finally managed to get back to the town in one piece, stumbling towards the house that the captive wizard--Mr. Smith was it?--was said to have been held. A quick glance towards what once WAS a Jeep told him that he likely wouldn't be using it to get back to the reserve. It was overturned, the engine hood crushed in with the front bumper torn clean off, the entire left side caved in with the remains on fire.

He briefly wondered how he didn't wind up causing that the last time he was behind the wheel...then again, he had to remind himself he wasn't trying to save anybody's life in a panicked state that last two times. He made a mental note to take driving lessons as soon as he was able. Withdrawing his wand, Ron turned to the building to storm into the location, potions in hand.

"Mr. Smith!?" He called out. "Where are you! I'm here to help!!"


*(Don't think I'll post anything for Hermione or Drake right now...)*