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He was weak from earlier, but continued to fight, stepping slowly towards his escape.
He was quiet before a blast of frost and ice flew at her.
"No," he said quietly. "But you'd best leave. Now."
His grip tightened, and elictricity sparked from his hand. "Stay back. I'm warning you."
He frowned, keeping them protectively. "They weren't yours in the first place. I'm sure nobody will mind it's just for a couple hours."
He froze before clearing his throat and turning to the voice. "Gathering a pair of pixie wings for a class. They asked me to gather them."
Sam grabbed the wings gently. It was the last pair in the last wardrobe. He placed them under his arm, shutting the cabinet. Turning to leave, he...
He managed to catch her, gently picking her up and carrying het back to where she slept. He brushed back her hair before standing up and heading...
"No.." He pulled his wrist from her grasp sharply before raising his hand and casting a sleep spell.
"I don't care, Eden. I'll do it myself. I don't care if it's dangerous."
"I have to. It's the safest way. I'll get the wings back."
"Those.. aren't flavors."
He was shaking, but didn't meet her gaze. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Eden."
"That's not even a flavor."
He turned away from her. "I don't.. You can't go into the college."
"Any flavor is alright with me."
"It bleeds if you use too much magic. Makes your head hurt."
He shrugged. "I suppose."
He looked back at her, his voice quiet as he kept his hand to his nose. "I'm sorry."
"Yep. Who are we calling?"
