Stage 49: Stitchfire
STAGE 49: STITCHFIRE
You shout [name of an offensive spell that you own] but the spell passes through Octavius as if he were smoke—and then the form of your professor begins to collapse, thread by thread, as if unraveling from an invisible spool.
His head tilts.
His smile widens, splitting unnaturally from ear to ear.
Then he moves.
Fast.
Too fast.
His limbs bend wrong, snapping forward as though pulled by strings. His hands—stitched mitts with long, needle-like fingers—lash toward your wand.
You shout [name of an offensive spell that you own] but the spell passes through Octavius as if he were smoke—and then the form of your professor begins to collapse, thread by thread, as if unraveling from an invisible spool.
His head tilts.
His smile widens, splitting unnaturally from ear to ear.
Then he moves.
Fast.
Too fast.
His limbs bend wrong, snapping forward as though pulled by strings. His hands—stitched mitts with long, needle-like fingers—lash toward your wand.
There is something about ambition, how it not only propels you but also defines you.