 Professional Twirler Mourned and Missed
Drop, Pick up.
Drop, Pick up.
Drop, Pick up.
Drop, scream, stomp, pick up.
Patroclus was going insane, no matter how well he thought he had it, with the flick of his wrist, off went his wand.
He breathed deeply, One more go, the thought to himself. He rolled the wand, and and flicked his wrist, and success.
He tried again, success, and again! He was over the moon, now came time for roll, flick, and incantation.
As he flicked his wrist, Patroclus breathed "Loricatus!" Instantly a feeling off weight over came his wand arm. He was experiencing the sensations of a dead arm, but he could feel it, which was weird. It was an out of body experience, the extra weight of another arm, but only one arm being visible.
Now Truebridge wanted a volunteer, Patroclus went to raise his arm, but his mind tricked him, thinking it was heavier that it was, and !Whack! Patroclus smacked the side of his head.
Ouww! |