Felicia Mews studied her boyfriend, Peter. He looked goofy in his wizard costume, a costume he had bought only
after pestering her to reveal hers, so they could match or something like that. She had liked him because he
had cute freckles, brown hair, and a brain, but lately he had been clingy and jealous whenever she talked to
other guys, always wanting to hold hands or hug in public. She was fine with a little PDA but not all the
time. Why didn't he get that?
As she felt Kylie's gifted magic tingle through her body, Felicia decided to do something silly and harmless
that might make him back off a little on the intimacy. If he was the center of attention when he didn't want
it, maybe he'd understand how she felt every time he wanted to kiss her in the middle of the hallway. She
pointed a black-gloved finger at him and quickly came up with what she considered to be a spell for the duel.
"There's a hole in your robe because you know you have a lot of gas, and every time you let one rip, confetti
shoots out of your ass!"
There were some snickers from the audience, and Kylie grinned at the rhyme. Felicia wasn't really expecting
anything to happen so was quite surprised when a green spark flew from her fingertip and zipped straight for
Peter's butt. It shot through the fabric, creating the hole she had spoken of, and then disappeared... right
up his ass.
"Woah," she said, eyes wide. And then, "Oh shoot. I didn't think that would actually happen." Her eyes flew to
Peter's face, wondering what he was thinking and what would happen next.