Post by Phugsius Charadus on Aug 19, 2009 0:57:44 GMT -5
It was around 12 AM and the dark cold halls of the dungeons had yet to phase Phugsius Charadus as he patrolled the dank corridors. Every so often as he strode by a green colored flame of a torch half of his face would light up. The other half stayed in darkness. Each torched seemed to waver toward him every time he passed by as if he was a magnet for them.
He had no innate desire to draw his wand at the moment. It was probably going to be another quiet night as usual. No sleepwalking girlfriends, no fallen angels hiding lycans here, no silly bunnies running around trying to steal library books. NO! Tonight was going to be another quiet night for Phugsius Charadus on his midnight patrol of the dungeons.
Every once in a while he would toy with a torch flame changing it different colors, making it grow to the size of a bonfire, or sending a stream of flame down the hall just to light up the corridors. It was all very amusing...
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