I got a venom like a snake running out of my mouth it's got you burning at the stake
Was the one fellow really going for 'help' or was he just legging it? Meanwhile Mr. Crouch was proving spectacularly useful... Not. Presumably he'd been a little more proactive when he'd sustained his leg injury. Really, men demanded they run the world but when it came down to it they were helpless as babes. She supposed she ought to at least make an attempt to douse the woman's flames or she'd look as incompetent as everyone else. Sighing heavily, she conjured a harsh jet of water and directed squarely at the raving, flaming woman. Merlin knows she'll be burnt to a crisp by the time he gets back, if he comes back, she tutted. She resented being forced to play the responsible party.
Outfit | Tag: Aldous Crouch & Jacques Michaud | Notes:
