 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Yeah… no.
This wasn’t normal behaviour for a piece of glorified doormat, was it?
Brody stared as the bulk moved some more. There was even more surprise and utterances of shock when it suddenly wrapped around him and lifted him up as though he weighed nothing more than a feather.
“Hey!” The Coordinator wriggled and struggled. “I don’t remember asking you to pick me up! Put me down NOW.” And like… don’t drop him? He wasn’t a sack of potatoes t be tossed around. Brody also tried to use his wand to tap the carpet, hoping that would help. In the process, Brody accidentally managed to conjure snow. He hadn’t realised this until the white substance started to lightly fall, peppering the surroundings in bits of white glory. |