With her attention momentarily distracted by his sudden and strange cry, Wanda’s last hex bolt went a little wrong. Or went down the route of ‘bad luck’ rather than the good kind. Instead of halting the ball the that was whizzing around the room (flying quickly with help from her last little hex), the ball all but exploded. Well, she supposed they were lucky it was merely a tennis ball and not something that was living.
“Zach! Don’t just– You can’t just– What on Earth are you talking about?”
She pivoted back to look over at him, bewildered and startled as she absently swept a hand towards the ruined tennis ball to freeze it now and stop the burning remains spreading. Wanda honestly had no idea where the cry had come from - nor could she understand just what he was referring to. Perhaps she did not want to know.
“Do you always just shout out random nonsense? If you insist on doing that, perhaps next time you could give me a warning. Cough before hand, or at least state that you’re an idiot and then proceed to do something stupid.” She rolled her eyes good naturedly, before sending him a little and amused smile. “What were you talking about anyway? …Captain rum?”
Zach had set her up with an easy task, one she seemed to be an expert in already. The training room of ShadowCrest was essentially a large, ballroomesque place with plenty of room should any spells go awry. He was sat on a large beanbag watching Wanda levitate a tennis quickly, making sure she could stop it and spin it on a dime. Next they’d move onto something large.
Trouble was, with the task set his mind was beginning to wander. He’d been out with his agent a few nights ago, a club of all places, to celebrate the beginning of his latest (and already his most successful) tour. And the place had had a kinda... heroish, theme. Right down to all the drinks. The damn things had been named after the Avengers.
He was thinking of going there again but for the life of him couldn’t think what the damn cocktail he’d had there was called, (mainly because he’d had one too many and the night as a whole was a little fuzzy). It was named after the guy with the shield... What the hell...
“OH! CAPTIAN RUM!” he yelled, pleased he’d remembered.
This was followed by a loud ‘whoosh’ and when Zach looked up he noticed the tennis ball, was now all but a ball of flames. He tried to keep a straight face but by the time the witch had finished scolding him he was full out laughing.
“Nothing Wanda, just think of a place I’d been to a few nights ago. You’d like it.” he added impishly, there was probably a cocktail named after her there too. “Tell you what. riaper dna egralne.” he said, repairing the tennis ball and enlarging it to the size of a beachball, “Go a few more round with this ball, and then we’ll try something else. If you’re real good, I’ve got a great place to go and celebrate.” he chortled a little more.
