Martin never consistently slept at either his room in the HQ or at the sanctum, he tended to alternate between the two to whatever he felt like. That night he'd been up studying his spell book in the armchair in the living area, and had fallen asleep, still curled up with the book open and resting face down on his chest.
The explosion jolts him awake and causes him to jump out of the armchair and hit the floor hard. His sparking hands grab onto the armchair to try and catch himself but it only ends up turning the thing into an explosion of purple butterflies. Muttering under his breath, on impulse he sends out a panicked telepathic message that comes a little louder than it should.
What happened?!
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