As Natasha disappeared, a small glimmer in his vision told him that the handle of his box had been turned. With a small glance at his watch he remarked, "and still with half a minute to spare," before smiling to himself. This was why they didn't let the wild card be in charge.
As Evelynne turned the handle, the last few notes of the song played themselves out beautifully.
My ~ Fair ~ Lady ~ .
The last tick sounded more like a loud click, and the lid of the box flew open. Inside were a small potion, and a note.
Some battles are wiser to be taken in the air,
should your adversary be of a certain kind.
Though, I foresee a quick ending to this whole affair,
if you have left your brooms and dragons behind.
But fear not, my interesting foes,
for I bring you some aid!
In dodging all the blows,
For it is not my intention
for you to be dismayed.
Drink the potion and gain wings like a bird
Or you could fight this monster face-to-face
But I'd rather you take my word.
And avoid your own disgrace.
Yours truly,
-- J. C.
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Bravery be damned, there was no way he was going to take up a fight of insults with a person currently pointing a gun directly at him. Sander knew he was going to get in trouble for his words, he'd just hoped Lucius would have the time to focus on him, so that Drake could have more time to calm down. Didn't look like that was going to work.