[She finds the chair. Easy enough to do, it's right there, and jams it under the doorknob somehow. Then remembers, with a voice that is identical to Ron, you're a bloody witch aren't you?
She is a bloody witch.
She grabs her wand from the holster keeping it on her arm, and aims at the knob, with a loud: Colloportus!
At least the door's not messing Lan's hair anymore. The disappointment, however, she has no spell against.]
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She is a bloody witch.
She grabs her wand from the holster keeping it on her arm, and aims at the knob, with a loud: Colloportus!
At least the door's not messing Lan's hair anymore. The disappointment, however, she has no spell against.]
Death didn't suit me, thank you.