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She barely hears the faint squeaks, but finally hears a particularly frustrated bark. Smirking to herself, she looks through the hole and sees the squirrel scampering madly around. ~ "Keep still or I won't be able to direct the spell at you!" ~
At her commanding tone, the rodent finally sits meekly on its hind legs, its front paws hanging ahead of its chest. ~ Just as if it's begging... ~ She stifles a giggle. Her expression changes and she begins chanting again...
Moments later, Larry appears on the other side of the door, apparently not much worse off rather than with a huge grumpy face.
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