"What was that?" Sylar was staring after the ray of light that had just shot past him. It had hit the kettle which promptly started steaming. "Magic, idiot", Draco said, waving his little wooden stick around to transfer the boiling water into the teapot, adding leaves and setting the table with another flick of the stick. "Magic, is it?" Sylar was fascinated. "Well, how else would I do it? You don't expect me to do it all by hand?" Sylar raised his hand and pointed it at Draco's forehead. "No," he purred. "The mind's power is so much stronger." Draco didn't say anything after that, he just lay on his kitchen floor, sullying his carped with blood. Sylar certainly didn't mind. "Let's see how this magic of yours works."
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Date: 2008-01-12 10:14 pm (UTC)"What was that?" Sylar was staring after the ray of light that had just shot past him. It had hit the kettle which promptly started steaming.
"Magic, idiot", Draco said, waving his little wooden stick around to transfer the boiling water into the teapot, adding leaves and setting the table with another flick of the stick.
"Magic, is it?" Sylar was fascinated.
"Well, how else would I do it? You don't expect me to do it all by hand?"
Sylar raised his hand and pointed it at Draco's forehead. "No," he purred. "The mind's power is so much stronger."
Draco didn't say anything after that, he just lay on his kitchen floor, sullying his carped with blood. Sylar certainly didn't mind.
"Let's see how this magic of yours works."