Word Count: 100
Summary: It’s not their first misfired spell.
The room is spinning endlessly, bits and pieces hanging in the air like tiny angels. It’s not their first misfired spell but it’s certainly one with the least dangerous and yet most chaotic results.
“”How’re you going up there?” Wesley calls from the ground. Clutched in his hands is a book saved from the tornado-like event.
A blur of wide eyes and tangled hair flies by. “Gonna. Puke.”
“Wait! I have the spell to reverse-“
He frantically reads from the page.
Objects fall as the spinning weakens.
Half-digested food splats on the book.
“Uh, Fred?” He frowns.