3rd Feb 2014, 4:30 AM in The Corby Tribe


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Laying its hands on Ragna's belly, the demon concentrated as the other witches spoke the words of the Salamander Spell.
"Protego corpus!"
"Ignus non penetrandus!"
"Foetus salvatus!"
Then, grinning more toothily than she had done in decades, Atra lowered the burning twigs over Ragna. One of the twigs snapped, sending sparks across the toom and coaxing a hearty "woof!" from the old, fibrous linen.
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Reinder Dijkhuis 3rd Feb 2014, 4:30 AM edit delete
Reinder Dijkhuis
Originally published on February 25, 2002.