Author's note: So begins my attempt at the Balthy 100. Assume that in this chapter, they're in the lab, which now has a handy separate kitchen attached. Constructive criticism would be gratefully accepted, it's been a while since I've written any fanfiction. I'm part way through writing the next chapter, which will be for prompt 35-lake.
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Prompt 38. Fire
"Balthazar!" Dave
called, a slight note of panic in his voice. "I need some help here…"
Balthazar Blake, sorcerer of the 777th degree, prepared himself for the worst as he rushed to see what magical mischief his unwitting apprentice had unleashed this time. Surely it couldn't be as bad as the salamanders though-the tiny little pests had been making small fires throughout the lab for hours before he'd caught them all.
His first thought when he entered the kitchen was that the salamanders had made an unwelcome return, as the room was ablaze. A quick vacuum spell put out the fire, leaving the cause of the problem standing by the cooker looking sheepish.
"I was trying to cook dinner for Becky." Dave explained, "She's going to be here in ten minutes and I didn't have enough time, so I tried to speed it up with magic, but-"
"Stop talking." Balthazar interrupted. "Not one more word." He took a deep breath, reining in his temper. "Magic is not to be used for everyday tasks! How many times do you need to learn this lesson?" The sorcerer threw his arms up in frustration and left the room, muttering under his breath. "Fifth time this week…Even I never…"
"Um, Balthazar?" Dave called meekly after his master a minute later. "What do you think I should do about dinner?"
Balthazar threw him his cell phone and gestured to a takeaway menu on the table. "No more cooking for you today."