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FIC: Have a Nice Summer
I can't believe I haven't updated In a Corner of My Soul since 2018! This scene's from the new chapter which is almost done.
Buffy dropped from the ceiling into the band room and paused to open Marcie’s yearbook. Leafing through the pages, she asked “What happened to you?” before closing the yearbook with a snap. Standing and staring wouldn’t get her any answers. Time to find Giles.
When she saw Willow and Xander waiting just outside the library, Buffy didn’t ask how they knew where she’d be. That whole skipping English thing must have been a big clue that she’d found something demonic. The yearbook jabbed against her arm. Except the demon wasn’t … wasn’t a demon that is.
“You look confused,” Willow said. “You don’t usually look confused when you go after demons. Oh, except for that whole thing with Angel when you’d learned he was a vampire but didn’t know he was a good vampire.”
“Wills, can we just ixnay on the whole good vampire deal?” Xander asked. “Vampires bad. End of story.”
Buffy spoke up before he could continue his whole vampires bad rant. It wasn’t as if she disagreed with Xander, mostly. She just hadn’t seen Angel since she’d gotten back to Sunnydale which was almost a whole week, or, okay, more like half a week and, granted, it could be weeks between visits but then how come he’d gone to see Willow and not her? She didn’t need that trauma, not right now. “It’s just …” She addressed herself to Willow. “Well, what I found wasn’t as demonic as I’d expected.”
“Ooh. Was it a poltergeist? I’ve been reading up on them. We could totally do a banishing.”
“No, not a ghost. Let’s just run it past Giles.”
As she swung open the library doors, the unexpected aroma didn’t hit her so much as waft over. It smelled like the kind of food that would carried by a waiter, a fancy one, the kind who wore a tuxedo or something. Huh, looked like Willow hadn’t been kidding when she said Giles had gourmet lunches delivered except it looked like the lunch hadn’t been delivered so much as brought by Ethan. “Is he going to be here for all our meetings?”
Ethan glared until Giles spoke. “He is my partner in this as in all things.”
“Okay,” Buffy replied. “That’s a bit more info than I was hoping for.”
Slouching back into his chair, Ethan said, “There’s plenty more information …”
“Ethan, enough.”
Ethan, waving Giles’ reprimand away, asked, “Find something amusing?”
“I’m not sure amusing covers it,” Buffy replied.
“Oh, you’ll find amusing covers a wide variety of …”
“Please don’t torment the children.” Ethan rolled his eyes but didn’t actually look upset that Giles had interrupted him.
“Hey, food.” Xander grabbed for one of the open containers. Giles’ hand lashed out and wrapped around his wrist. “Ouch.”
“It’s not nice to play with other people’s food.”
“Giles, drop it. This is more important.” It wasn’t as if either Giles or Ethan would go hungry. They each had full plates. Giles gave her a look but let go of Xander’s arm. The boy protectively held the food carton to his chest and glared down at Giles.
Ethan chimed in with “I beg to differ. I believe you’ll find there’s little more important than a properly prepared meal.” He picked up a shrimp, popped it into his mouth, and licked at his finger as if he were licking … Ugh, and there was an image that’d be stuck in her head forever.
“I take it you found something,” Giles said.
“You could say that.” Buffy tapped at the yearbook. “Someone’s living in the ceiling.” By Giles’ raised eyebrow, he’d caught that she’d said someone and not something. Xander, on the other hand, just glanced upward. “Not this ceiling,” Buffy added. “Near the band room. There’s a bed, books, a flute, food wrappers scattered over the floor. It’s all sort of a mess actually.”
Xander slurped down a noodle. “You know, this is good. I mean really, really good.”
“Yes,” Giles replied drily. “I am aware. Buffy, you’re saying you found some sort of nest?”
“I guess so.”
“Hold it,” Ethan interrupted. “Rupert, are we discussing that invisible creature you were telling me about?” Giles nodded and Ethan continued. “You do realize it could be listening in, yes?”
“Holy guacamole. He’s right,” Xander said.
“Oh,” Willow added. “So if it’s listening in while we …”
“So we should just do nothing?” Buffy asked.
“There is a spell,” Ethan suggested. “One that would ensure that we’re the only ones who will understand what is being said here.”
“Ethan,” Giles growled.
“Yes, dear?”
“Really?” Willow piped up. “I don’t know that one.”
“You can help if you like.” Willow lit up at Ethan’s offer. “I’ll need something personal, something that will bind each of us together. A clip of hair will do.”
Buffy crossed her arms. The guy who’d wanted a bit of her hair or fingernails to sell on the open market now wanted the same for a spell? “There’s got to be some other way.”
Giles and Ethan glanced at each other. “Actually,” Giles said, “this would be the most efficient method to keep our conversation to ourselves. Given that this demon has already attacked twice, I do believe this is the best course available to us.”
Okay, and none of this sounded as if Ethan had brainwashed Giles except that it really did, but Willow was going around with scissors and somehow Buffy couldn’t find a way to object.
“You.” Ethan pointed to Xander. “Clear the table, and not by eating all our food.” Okay, and he hadn’t made a friend with that remark. Buffy helped Xander clear a space. Ethan, taking the clips of hair from Willow, laid them down on the center of the table.
Then he pulled out a cigarette and a lighter. Didn’t he know the dangers of second-hand smoke? “You know those things will kill you, right?”
He just smiled and lit the cigarette, inhaling and blowing the smoke around so it hit all their eyes. Willow started coughing. “Principes Chaos quaeso,” Ethan chanted. “Audi me scire. Spell super nos os meum. Transi Iordanem istum tu nos ab hoste protege nos potest videre, audire non possit, potest sentire. Nostri verba nostra. Et facti in serpentes audire surdus, non perdidi et in labyrinthi formas non verborum significatio, ubi nostrum.”
Buffy’d been watching the table. Their hair had vanished as he finished the chant.
“That was it?” Willow asked.
“Guess so,” Buffy said pointing to the table. “Our hair’s gone.”
“But he didn’t cast a circle or create sacred space. He didn’t call the four quarters.”
Ethan looked very pleased with himself. “You’ll find, little girl, that there are shortcuts.”
“That’s enough, Ethan,” Giles interrupted. “Like any student, she’ll learn to walk before she can run.”
Oh, Willow didn’t like that one bit. Buffy had never seen her glare at Giles before.
“Right,” Giles said. “An invisible demon that nests where it hunts. That narrows it down a bit. To what I’m not sure but …”
“It’s not a demon,” Buffy interrupted.
“I beg your pardon?”
“It, I mean she … she’s not a demon.” She picked up the yearbook, opened it to the front page, and rested it on the table.
“Oh my God,” Willow said. “’Have a nice summer.’ ‘Have a nice summer.’ This girl had no friends at all.”
“Um, once again I teeter at the precipice of the generation gap.”
“’Have a nice summer’” Ethan explained “is what one writes when there’s nothing nice to say.”
“It’s the kiss of death,” Buffy agreed.
Ethan rested his hand on Giles’. “In other words, the girl was isolated, alienated, alone …”
“Yes, thank you Ethan,” Giles snapped. “I was, in fact, able to work that bit out for myself.”
“Have you also worked out what happened to her?” Ethan asked.
“What do you mean?”
“Think of Chaos Theory,” Ethan said. “Wilson’s work on the generation of reality.”
Giles fell into the nearest chair. “But that’s merely at the quantum level.”
“Honestly, Rupert, I expected you to have a better grasp of the theory.”
“You mean,” Willow said almost bouncing in her chair, “because nobody saw her, now nobody can see her?”
“You get the gold star. Exactly right,” Ethan replied.
“I think I speak for the rest of us,” Buffy said, “which I guess means Xander and me, when I say ‘Huh?’”
“Hey,” Xander said, “I resemble that remark.”
Giles stood and paced as he spoke. “The theory suggests that reality is shaped by perceptions, but if that were true this … person … this …”
“Marcie,” Buffy supplied.
“This Marcie would have been practically invisible herself, that is before she became invisible.”
“Isn’t that what I said?” Willow asked in a small voice.
“Ripper tends to repeat things,” Ethan said. “It helps him catch up with the rest of us. You’ll get used to it.”
Buffy spoke up before Giles and Ethan could start bickering. “Willow, Xander, did either of you know her?”
“Never met her,” Xander said. “Why?”
“You wrote it too.”
Xander stared at Buffy, confused for a moment, before turning to look where she was pointing. “’Have a nice …’ Yeesh!”
“Where am I?” Buffy pointed out Willow’s signature. “Oh. ‘Have a great summer.’ See, I cared.” Willow looked down at her notes. “Oh my God. Xander, we each had four classes with her last year. I don’t remember her at all.”
“What?” Xander grabbed the notes from Willow’s hand. “But, that’s … I mean … Who the hell has been messing with my head?”
“You, apparently.” Ethan looked far too amused. There was definitely going to be a reckoning. Ethan had no right to look so amused when Buffy didn’t quite get what was going on.
“What?” Xander asked. “What do you mean?”
“There’s been no ‘head messing’ as you so eruditely put it. Marcie became invisible because none of you ever noticed her.”
“The question is, what do we do about it?” Giles asked.
“There is a spell,” Ethan said, “but it’s limited.”
“You won’t need more of our hair, will you?” Buffy asked. Because, no.
“Not this time.”
“What do you mean limited?” Buffy asked.
“It won’t last long, no more than ten or fifteen minutes and only those who were part of the casting will see her.”
“Part of the casting?” Xander asked.
“He means in the circle when the spell is cast.” Willow sounded very sure of herself.
“Something like that,” Ethan replied.
Buffy was sure Ethan wasn’t telling them the whole story but … “I can’t fight someone I can’t see.”
“Do we have to fight her?” Willow asked. “I mean, yeah, Mitch’s in the hospital but once she’s visible again, don’t you think she’ll get over her whole grudge match?”
Buffy opened the yearbook to a picture of Cordelia. She’d seen it before and the image still wigged her. Cordelia’s eyes had been scratched out. Red X’s covered the spots where her eyes had been. A red streak slashed over her mouth. A crown, drawn in the same red marker, ended in spikes as jagged as broken glass. “I think she’s a little more upset than that.”
Cordelia burst through the doors. “I knew you’d be here, Buffy. I, uh, I, I know we’ve had our differences with you being so weird and all, and hanging out with these total losers …”
“Tactful,” Ethan interrupted. “I like her.”
“Whatever,” Cordelia continued. “Anyway, despite all that, I know that you share this feeling that we have for each other, deep down …”
“Nausea?” Willow asked.
“Uh, Cordelia is it?” Giles interrupted. “Could you get to the point?”
“Somebody is after me! They just tried to kill Ms. Miller? Uh, she was helping me with my homework. And Mitch! And Harmony? This is all about me. Me, me, me!”
“Wow! For once she’s right.”
“So,” Buffy said. “You’ve come to me for help.”
Cordelia nodded. “Because you’re always around when all this weird stuff is happening. And I know you’re very strong, and you’ve got all these weapons. I was kind of hoping you were in a gang.”
Ethan stood to offer her his chair. “I do believe we’ve found our bait.”
“Huh?” Cordelia asked. “What was that? Was that even English?”
“Uh,” Buffy asked. “Why can’t she understand you?”
“It’s that spell,” Willow said, looking far too excited. “She wasn’t part of the circle so she can’t understand what we’re saying when we talk about stopping Marcie.”
Cordelia glanced at each of them. “Are you speaking in tongues or something? Oh God, you’re not in some weird cult are you?”
“Really?” Xander looked delighted. “So if I said she’s a vain, superficial Barbie wanna-be who’s never had an original thought in her head …”
“I hate you too, dorkface,” Cordelia interrupted.
“Hey, I thought you said she couldn’t understand me.”
“I’m afraid that lack of understanding is limited to conversations about Marcie.”
“About what?” Cordelia asked.
“As amusing as this is.” Ethan plucked a hair from Cordelia’s head.
“Hey!”
He didn’t even light the cigarette, just chanted a bit and the hair vanished.
“Marcie,” Ethan said.
“Who? I don’t know any Marcie.”
“She’s obsessed with you. Well, who wouldn’t be? You’re popular, queen of the school, somewhat pretty in an artificial Californian …”
“Yes, Ethan, that’s enough,” Giles interrupted.
“Good, because I’m not sure I like where he was going with that. So, you can protect me, right?”
“Of course,” Ethan promised. “Of course you’ll have to help.”
“Help?” Willow asked. “I thought she was bait.”
“What? Bait?”
Chapter Title: Have a Nice Summer
Rating: Teen and Up
Pairing: Giles/Ethan
Summary: Set during Out of Mind; Out of Sight. Buffy's found Marcie's yearbook and Cordelia comes to them for help.
Buffy dropped from the ceiling into the band room and paused to open Marcie’s yearbook. Leafing through the pages, she asked “What happened to you?” before closing the yearbook with a snap. Standing and staring wouldn’t get her any answers. Time to find Giles.
When she saw Willow and Xander waiting just outside the library, Buffy didn’t ask how they knew where she’d be. That whole skipping English thing must have been a big clue that she’d found something demonic. The yearbook jabbed against her arm. Except the demon wasn’t … wasn’t a demon that is.
“You look confused,” Willow said. “You don’t usually look confused when you go after demons. Oh, except for that whole thing with Angel when you’d learned he was a vampire but didn’t know he was a good vampire.”
“Wills, can we just ixnay on the whole good vampire deal?” Xander asked. “Vampires bad. End of story.”
Buffy spoke up before he could continue his whole vampires bad rant. It wasn’t as if she disagreed with Xander, mostly. She just hadn’t seen Angel since she’d gotten back to Sunnydale which was almost a whole week, or, okay, more like half a week and, granted, it could be weeks between visits but then how come he’d gone to see Willow and not her? She didn’t need that trauma, not right now. “It’s just …” She addressed herself to Willow. “Well, what I found wasn’t as demonic as I’d expected.”
“Ooh. Was it a poltergeist? I’ve been reading up on them. We could totally do a banishing.”
“No, not a ghost. Let’s just run it past Giles.”
As she swung open the library doors, the unexpected aroma didn’t hit her so much as waft over. It smelled like the kind of food that would carried by a waiter, a fancy one, the kind who wore a tuxedo or something. Huh, looked like Willow hadn’t been kidding when she said Giles had gourmet lunches delivered except it looked like the lunch hadn’t been delivered so much as brought by Ethan. “Is he going to be here for all our meetings?”
Ethan glared until Giles spoke. “He is my partner in this as in all things.”
“Okay,” Buffy replied. “That’s a bit more info than I was hoping for.”
Slouching back into his chair, Ethan said, “There’s plenty more information …”
“Ethan, enough.”
Ethan, waving Giles’ reprimand away, asked, “Find something amusing?”
“I’m not sure amusing covers it,” Buffy replied.
“Oh, you’ll find amusing covers a wide variety of …”
“Please don’t torment the children.” Ethan rolled his eyes but didn’t actually look upset that Giles had interrupted him.
“Hey, food.” Xander grabbed for one of the open containers. Giles’ hand lashed out and wrapped around his wrist. “Ouch.”
“It’s not nice to play with other people’s food.”
“Giles, drop it. This is more important.” It wasn’t as if either Giles or Ethan would go hungry. They each had full plates. Giles gave her a look but let go of Xander’s arm. The boy protectively held the food carton to his chest and glared down at Giles.
Ethan chimed in with “I beg to differ. I believe you’ll find there’s little more important than a properly prepared meal.” He picked up a shrimp, popped it into his mouth, and licked at his finger as if he were licking … Ugh, and there was an image that’d be stuck in her head forever.
“I take it you found something,” Giles said.
“You could say that.” Buffy tapped at the yearbook. “Someone’s living in the ceiling.” By Giles’ raised eyebrow, he’d caught that she’d said someone and not something. Xander, on the other hand, just glanced upward. “Not this ceiling,” Buffy added. “Near the band room. There’s a bed, books, a flute, food wrappers scattered over the floor. It’s all sort of a mess actually.”
Xander slurped down a noodle. “You know, this is good. I mean really, really good.”
“Yes,” Giles replied drily. “I am aware. Buffy, you’re saying you found some sort of nest?”
“I guess so.”
“Hold it,” Ethan interrupted. “Rupert, are we discussing that invisible creature you were telling me about?” Giles nodded and Ethan continued. “You do realize it could be listening in, yes?”
“Holy guacamole. He’s right,” Xander said.
“Oh,” Willow added. “So if it’s listening in while we …”
“So we should just do nothing?” Buffy asked.
“There is a spell,” Ethan suggested. “One that would ensure that we’re the only ones who will understand what is being said here.”
“Ethan,” Giles growled.
“Yes, dear?”
“Really?” Willow piped up. “I don’t know that one.”
“You can help if you like.” Willow lit up at Ethan’s offer. “I’ll need something personal, something that will bind each of us together. A clip of hair will do.”
Buffy crossed her arms. The guy who’d wanted a bit of her hair or fingernails to sell on the open market now wanted the same for a spell? “There’s got to be some other way.”
Giles and Ethan glanced at each other. “Actually,” Giles said, “this would be the most efficient method to keep our conversation to ourselves. Given that this demon has already attacked twice, I do believe this is the best course available to us.”
Okay, and none of this sounded as if Ethan had brainwashed Giles except that it really did, but Willow was going around with scissors and somehow Buffy couldn’t find a way to object.
“You.” Ethan pointed to Xander. “Clear the table, and not by eating all our food.” Okay, and he hadn’t made a friend with that remark. Buffy helped Xander clear a space. Ethan, taking the clips of hair from Willow, laid them down on the center of the table.
Then he pulled out a cigarette and a lighter. Didn’t he know the dangers of second-hand smoke? “You know those things will kill you, right?”
He just smiled and lit the cigarette, inhaling and blowing the smoke around so it hit all their eyes. Willow started coughing. “Principes Chaos quaeso,” Ethan chanted. “Audi me scire. Spell super nos os meum. Transi Iordanem istum tu nos ab hoste protege nos potest videre, audire non possit, potest sentire. Nostri verba nostra. Et facti in serpentes audire surdus, non perdidi et in labyrinthi formas non verborum significatio, ubi nostrum.”
Buffy’d been watching the table. Their hair had vanished as he finished the chant.
“That was it?” Willow asked.
“Guess so,” Buffy said pointing to the table. “Our hair’s gone.”
“But he didn’t cast a circle or create sacred space. He didn’t call the four quarters.”
Ethan looked very pleased with himself. “You’ll find, little girl, that there are shortcuts.”
“That’s enough, Ethan,” Giles interrupted. “Like any student, she’ll learn to walk before she can run.”
Oh, Willow didn’t like that one bit. Buffy had never seen her glare at Giles before.
“Right,” Giles said. “An invisible demon that nests where it hunts. That narrows it down a bit. To what I’m not sure but …”
“It’s not a demon,” Buffy interrupted.
“I beg your pardon?”
“It, I mean she … she’s not a demon.” She picked up the yearbook, opened it to the front page, and rested it on the table.
“Oh my God,” Willow said. “’Have a nice summer.’ ‘Have a nice summer.’ This girl had no friends at all.”
“Um, once again I teeter at the precipice of the generation gap.”
“’Have a nice summer’” Ethan explained “is what one writes when there’s nothing nice to say.”
“It’s the kiss of death,” Buffy agreed.
Ethan rested his hand on Giles’. “In other words, the girl was isolated, alienated, alone …”
“Yes, thank you Ethan,” Giles snapped. “I was, in fact, able to work that bit out for myself.”
“Have you also worked out what happened to her?” Ethan asked.
“What do you mean?”
“Think of Chaos Theory,” Ethan said. “Wilson’s work on the generation of reality.”
Giles fell into the nearest chair. “But that’s merely at the quantum level.”
“Honestly, Rupert, I expected you to have a better grasp of the theory.”
“You mean,” Willow said almost bouncing in her chair, “because nobody saw her, now nobody can see her?”
“You get the gold star. Exactly right,” Ethan replied.
“I think I speak for the rest of us,” Buffy said, “which I guess means Xander and me, when I say ‘Huh?’”
“Hey,” Xander said, “I resemble that remark.”
Giles stood and paced as he spoke. “The theory suggests that reality is shaped by perceptions, but if that were true this … person … this …”
“Marcie,” Buffy supplied.
“This Marcie would have been practically invisible herself, that is before she became invisible.”
“Isn’t that what I said?” Willow asked in a small voice.
“Ripper tends to repeat things,” Ethan said. “It helps him catch up with the rest of us. You’ll get used to it.”
Buffy spoke up before Giles and Ethan could start bickering. “Willow, Xander, did either of you know her?”
“Never met her,” Xander said. “Why?”
“You wrote it too.”
Xander stared at Buffy, confused for a moment, before turning to look where she was pointing. “’Have a nice …’ Yeesh!”
“Where am I?” Buffy pointed out Willow’s signature. “Oh. ‘Have a great summer.’ See, I cared.” Willow looked down at her notes. “Oh my God. Xander, we each had four classes with her last year. I don’t remember her at all.”
“What?” Xander grabbed the notes from Willow’s hand. “But, that’s … I mean … Who the hell has been messing with my head?”
“You, apparently.” Ethan looked far too amused. There was definitely going to be a reckoning. Ethan had no right to look so amused when Buffy didn’t quite get what was going on.
“What?” Xander asked. “What do you mean?”
“There’s been no ‘head messing’ as you so eruditely put it. Marcie became invisible because none of you ever noticed her.”
“The question is, what do we do about it?” Giles asked.
“There is a spell,” Ethan said, “but it’s limited.”
“You won’t need more of our hair, will you?” Buffy asked. Because, no.
“Not this time.”
“What do you mean limited?” Buffy asked.
“It won’t last long, no more than ten or fifteen minutes and only those who were part of the casting will see her.”
“Part of the casting?” Xander asked.
“He means in the circle when the spell is cast.” Willow sounded very sure of herself.
“Something like that,” Ethan replied.
Buffy was sure Ethan wasn’t telling them the whole story but … “I can’t fight someone I can’t see.”
“Do we have to fight her?” Willow asked. “I mean, yeah, Mitch’s in the hospital but once she’s visible again, don’t you think she’ll get over her whole grudge match?”
Buffy opened the yearbook to a picture of Cordelia. She’d seen it before and the image still wigged her. Cordelia’s eyes had been scratched out. Red X’s covered the spots where her eyes had been. A red streak slashed over her mouth. A crown, drawn in the same red marker, ended in spikes as jagged as broken glass. “I think she’s a little more upset than that.”
Cordelia burst through the doors. “I knew you’d be here, Buffy. I, uh, I, I know we’ve had our differences with you being so weird and all, and hanging out with these total losers …”
“Tactful,” Ethan interrupted. “I like her.”
“Whatever,” Cordelia continued. “Anyway, despite all that, I know that you share this feeling that we have for each other, deep down …”
“Nausea?” Willow asked.
“Uh, Cordelia is it?” Giles interrupted. “Could you get to the point?”
“Somebody is after me! They just tried to kill Ms. Miller? Uh, she was helping me with my homework. And Mitch! And Harmony? This is all about me. Me, me, me!”
“Wow! For once she’s right.”
“So,” Buffy said. “You’ve come to me for help.”
Cordelia nodded. “Because you’re always around when all this weird stuff is happening. And I know you’re very strong, and you’ve got all these weapons. I was kind of hoping you were in a gang.”
Ethan stood to offer her his chair. “I do believe we’ve found our bait.”
“Huh?” Cordelia asked. “What was that? Was that even English?”
“Uh,” Buffy asked. “Why can’t she understand you?”
“It’s that spell,” Willow said, looking far too excited. “She wasn’t part of the circle so she can’t understand what we’re saying when we talk about stopping Marcie.”
Cordelia glanced at each of them. “Are you speaking in tongues or something? Oh God, you’re not in some weird cult are you?”
“Really?” Xander looked delighted. “So if I said she’s a vain, superficial Barbie wanna-be who’s never had an original thought in her head …”
“I hate you too, dorkface,” Cordelia interrupted.
“Hey, I thought you said she couldn’t understand me.”
“I’m afraid that lack of understanding is limited to conversations about Marcie.”
“About what?” Cordelia asked.
“As amusing as this is.” Ethan plucked a hair from Cordelia’s head.
“Hey!”
He didn’t even light the cigarette, just chanted a bit and the hair vanished.
“Marcie,” Ethan said.
“Who? I don’t know any Marcie.”
“She’s obsessed with you. Well, who wouldn’t be? You’re popular, queen of the school, somewhat pretty in an artificial Californian …”
“Yes, Ethan, that’s enough,” Giles interrupted.
“Good, because I’m not sure I like where he was going with that. So, you can protect me, right?”
“Of course,” Ethan promised. “Of course you’ll have to help.”
“Help?” Willow asked. “I thought she was bait.”
“What? Bait?”
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The mechanics of the silence spell are really neat!
Thanks for sharing :)
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