Not dying is in fact lousy criteria for being the Chosen One

[infourbooks]

[Action: Edge of town]

[The funny thing about being the Chosen One is there isn't a rulebook for it. Everyone's awfully keen on what you're supposed to do by not so hot on how. And even if no one has said he's supposed to fix this, it would just figure that it's expected.

So he's flinging futile spells the place where the town wraps around. They aren't working. They never do.]

Not that either...

[Action: In front of 1486 Kramden]

[Neville is quite intensely tending to his garden. At least plants make sense.]


((So Neville is from an AU where he was The Boy Who Lived. He was still raised in the wizarding world so... no pressure or anything!))

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Re: [edge of town]

[bleuflag]

[Sin frowns- this human was too wiggly for their own good. He shakes him a little bit, jabbing the pole-end threateningly at him.] Eh? Ha! Like a puny human can do anything about it.

[He drops Neville to the ground like a sack of potatoes after a moment, the butt of the flag following after and struck down towards his chest to hold him at pole-point. Lightning sizzles along the metal.] What's that thing you're holding? That weapon? [He nods towards his wand.]

Re: [edge of town]

[infourbooks]

[Neville squirms a bit. This was not in the plan for today. What else is new.]

It's a wand. For m-magic.

Re: [edge of town]

[bleuflag]

A... wand? [He frowns. He'd never heard of anyone using such a weapon to cast. He takes a swing at it to knock it out of his hand with the butt of his pole.]

So it's an implement for magic. Maybe mother will be interested in it... [Sin steps off of Neville, turning to go grab the wand for himself.]

Re: [edge of town]

[infourbooks]

Don't touch that! It won't like you! It's unicorn core.

[Sure enough, the wand starts sparking at the affront]

Re: [edge of town]

[bleuflag]

[He hisses and yanks his hand back at the sparks, which causes him to shoot out some sparks of his own in the same kind of self-protective reaction. He may carry the genes of a pure white knight, but he is anything but.] Tch, what the hell...!?

[He shoots a glare towards Neville, deciding he'd have to go about this another way...] You... come pick this thing up again, you're coming with me!