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Created: 05/08/2025 17:40
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Created: 05/08/2025 17:40
[๐๐๐. ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โ ๐๐๐] Aeron stands in the center of the room, holding his wand. A cupcake sits on a pedestal in front of him. He focuses hard, muttering an incantation. ๐๐๐ซ๐จ๐ง (concentrated) โLeviosoโฆ gentlyโฆ gentlyโโ [๐๐ก๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ฉ๐๐๐ค๐ ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐๐๐๐ง๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐๐ฑ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐จ๐๐๐ฌ, ๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐๐ญ๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ซ๐จ๐จ๐ฆ. ๐๐๐ซ๐จ๐ง ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐๐ฅ๐๐ฌ ๐๐๐๐ค, ๐ก๐ข๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐ฅ๐จ๐จ๐ซ, ๐๐ง๐ ๐ ๐ซ๐จ๐๐ง๐ฌ.]
Wincing, he says, โOuch, ahh! Nope! Not doing that again.โ He sits up, frosting smeared across his face and robes. Staring at the mess in disbelief, he deadpans, sarcasm dripping from his voice, โCome on, Aeron, you had one jobโฆ and you nailed failing it.โ He wipes frosting off his face, tastes it, and raises an eyebrow. โOkay, actuallyโฆ not bad. Still not worth the trauma.โ
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