Martin huffed. "No no no. If you're at a milkshake place you have to have extra milkshakes! No iced tea!" Such a simple concept really, why did he need to explain?
At the mention of purple squiggles, there should be none of those, Martin turned to the offending floating bit of magic in question. "Hmm? Oh. No, that's not supposed to be there or purple! Hmm...well you see I was going to show you this transfiguration thing I finally got down but that part isn't supposed to look like that. Let me fix it," he frowned and put his hand out, focusing to put the squiggle back in its appropriate place and as the right colour. The squiggle was having no part in this and seemed to actively struggle against the young mage who poured more power into moving it. He wasn't going to let a tiny bit of a spell get the better of him, no way, so he held one hand out, trying to hold the squiggle steady as it tried to escape, and moved the other components of the spell to fit. Nothing seemed to want to go his way for some reason and in no time her living room was illuminated in blue with the amount of power he was putting to get the spell to do his bidding.
It didn't take long for the tension between the uncooperative spell and Martin's extra magic to reach a head and all at once it exploded, sparks and bolts going wild as one rather strong bolt found its way to...a certain archer on the couch.
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