Magic Beyond Magic

By: Wolfwood's I.D.

Disclaimer: We won't break it, honest! ::drops Hogwarts:: Um...oops? ::shoves it under the carpet with some nervous laughing:: ^^;;;;; It slipped...

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"Fried Chicken"

"I've got it!" Krissie yelled, sprinting into her room, and flinging open the closet doors. Heim sprinted behind her and turned on the wanna-be toaster (6).

Random things flew across the room, including, but not limited to, rubber ducks, crappy borken flutes and violins, and a blender (7).

Heim sat in Krissie's spinny chair, reading Trigun manga and waiting for Krissie to find an owl. Technically she was supposed to help, but...

"You could help, you know."

"I'm helping...in my own small way."

Krissie threw a shoe at her. Heim ducked, but the shoe hit her shoulder anyway. She proceeded to perform a very exaggerated death scene, making sure the Trigun book wasn't hurt in the process.

Krissie ignored her and crawled out of the closet.

"I could've sworn I had an owl in there," Krissie swore, and stepped over Heim to sit on the bed.

Heim stopped being dead and sat back down in the spinny chair, feeling a bit dejected that Krissie didn't care whether she lived or died. Granted, the death scene *was* a bit over-acted, but... ...THE POINT STILL STANDS!

"I could've sworn I saw you throw one in there," Heim swore back, "but i'm hungry."

"Let's get KFC," Krissie said, picking up a butterfly net.

"Then...we'll go owl-hunting!"

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6: My compy is a piece of crap that can't even be a toaster.

7: We thought of blender at the same time, proving that we have spent too much time together, or that we can read each others minds very well...still proving that we spend too much time together.