Third Seed; [Action]

[nearlychosen]

[Good evening, Luceti. It's just past sunset, and neighbors around House 26 might have noticed Neville outdoors a bit later than usual, fussing with an overgrown potted ivy. A wave of a wand and a cheated mumbled incantation later, the plant has grown to twice its size. From there, it's a bit of a boring magic show while he works with ineffective spells, some of them providing mobility to the little vines; mostly, though, there's nothing. Fully engrossed in his work, he doesn't notice some of the vines loosely coiling around him until they begin contracting against his forearms. He yelps in surprise and sets to work stunning the wispy strands, which might have been easier if he'd work on mobilizing it before it was the size of a rather large cat.

Little help?]

Comments

[gravity-splode.livejournal.com]

[...That is a rather active plant you've got there.]

[nearlychosen.livejournal.com]

[Though all things considered, there are worse things that can happen to a person. Strangled by an errant devil's snare, for example, is leagues less painful than having one's eardrums explode from a mandrake's cry. Not that Neville's very keen about dying in either instance, but there's still perspective to be had.]

[gravity-splode.livejournal.com]

[Who would want to die?]

Need a hand there?

[nearlychosen.livejournal.com]

[Nobody wants to die, but everyone has to do it sometime or another.]

Well.. I don't suppose you've got some garden shears?

[gravity-splode.livejournal.com]

Noooope.

[nearlychosen.livejournal.com]

Hm. That might be a bit problematic. [And brb a bit, trying to stun a plant.]

[gravity-splode.livejournal.com]

I could shoot it?

[nearlychosen.livejournal.com]

I'd rather you didn't, actually.

[gravity-splode.livejournal.com]

It probably wouldn't kill it.