>>6164259“Yeah… so maybe we can make it up some? Tall guy? I think my sister might want to help some and we do have some time before class.”, and then the awkward, lanky teen was walking toward your sister. “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure you other two get yours as well, heh.”, and you giggled as girlishly as you could. Gave them a quick glimpse of the blue and cranberry underwear you had on, keep them distracted while Emmy grabbed Needle-Dick by the tie and pulled him down to face level as you took a final drag of your smoke. Got her lips close to his while giving him a smile so sweet you might need to have a potion to counter diabetes.
“Tanner! What the fuck!”
“They are nice looking and loose apparently, Jonathan! That is what!”
<span class="mu-s">Now! And I told you to do the coke beforehand! Its going to take longer now.</span>
<span class="mu-i">Yep. Gonna get Emmy to split her potion. Take longer, but? This is going to be <span class="mu-s">fun</span>. Might as well enjoy it. </span>
So while your sister held him close, you aimed.
Then?
Jabbed the hot cherry of your durry directly into the tall Needle-Dick’d boy’s left eye, followed by your little twin pulling him in by the tie when he recoiled back and screamed, gave him a right hook where you heard something break… might have been Emmy’s hand or his jaw then kicked him back. At least they might have got a quick look, since you now felt Emmy was <span class="mu-i">not</span> wearing underwear today... they would need that by the time you were done.
No time to tell, given a moment later your wand was out and spewing a torrent of fire before a quick <span class="mu-i">ascendio</span> had you 12 feet in the air and your sister had rolled back, pushed over the top of the stone bench with a spell for cover.
She knew what was next.
On your way up, you had tossed out a weak <span class="mu-i">diffindo</span> aimed low but Fatty managed a shield to stop it. Fine. Just a spell to give them something to focus on.
At the top of your arc as you gathered power and began the wand movements, you were a sitting duck for anyone who could aim. Apparently, Asshole could.
But even as you finished the movements, your left hand was out, a small burst of power activating the shield charm enchanted into your glove; it shattered but so did the bolt of crimson sent at you. Pushed you a bit back in the air.
That was fine. Better really, you though as some intuition told you Needle-Dick was about to toss a shield up in front of his friends.
Fine.
Not aiming that direction anyway. No… behind them.
And a spell like a cannon ball ripped from your wand, hit the ground a few feet back from your foes and blasted them around, out in every direction. Blasted you backwards a bit too; perfect. The landing sucked, hurt your knees but you were behind Em and she had Transfigured the top of the stone bench into a 6-foot-tall wall of granite to give the pair of you two cover.
“Emmy! P-“
