[Night row gen. The word means absolutely nothing. And he's apparently lost Fitz to ardent explanation, and while he really very much does want to know how liquid night could freeze a specific bit of room, without the use of magic--]
Define 'dangerous'. And if your definition includes not death but also potential light strangulation and plant bites and kiss-ING--
[--the extra stress on that last bit comes because the mistletoe tendril moves quite suddenly, with a sound that can only be described as a dry slither as it shoots out to close the distance between itself and Fitz. Sirius jumps for the canister of liquid night and gives it a kick, in Fitz's direction--]
Night it, do it--
[He's got his wand up as he's kicking and shoots a quick scorch of fire in the direction of the main plant. It catches, and the plant makes an actual shriek, a little nails-on-chalkboard, but Sirius doesn't spare it a second glance, he's already looking to see what liquid night looks like--or, possibly, to stare with dread at the sight of Fitz caught by his creation, THERE HAD BETTER BE NO BLOODY KISSING NECESSARY--]
yes that is what i meant obviously merry christmas mj from us
[Night row gen. The word means absolutely nothing. And he's apparently lost Fitz to ardent explanation, and while he really very much does want to know how liquid night could freeze a specific bit of room, without the use of magic--]
Define 'dangerous'. And if your definition includes not death but also potential light strangulation and plant bites and kiss-ING--
[--the extra stress on that last bit comes because the mistletoe tendril moves quite suddenly, with a sound that can only be described as a dry slither as it shoots out to close the distance between itself and Fitz. Sirius jumps for the canister of liquid night and gives it a kick, in Fitz's direction--]
Night it, do it--
[He's got his wand up as he's kicking and shoots a quick scorch of fire in the direction of the main plant. It catches, and the plant makes an actual shriek, a little nails-on-chalkboard, but Sirius doesn't spare it a second glance, he's already looking to see what liquid night looks like--or, possibly, to stare with dread at the sight of Fitz caught by his creation, THERE HAD BETTER BE NO BLOODY KISSING NECESSARY--]