With their wedding less than a week away Liam still hadn't been able to convince Libby to attend and it was stressing him out. He was furiously cleaning the house to keep himself distracted. Currently, he was trying to move their large bed so that he could vacuum under it, but it was too heavy for him to budge. Without thought his magick caused the bed to float into the air and with no thought about his safety he walked underneath it to continue his vacuuming.
Andrew paused as he stepped into the foyer of their home, looking around for a moment. Something was... off. He had just returned from a busy day, finalizing a few things for the wedding, and now... he felt like he was in the twilight zone. The house was immaculate. He half expected little cartoon shimmer spots to appear. He hustled up the stairs in time to see Liam just walking underneath the levitating bed, and he reached out to take over and use his own magick to keep the bed afloat. "By all the Gods above and below, Liam. What exactly are you doing? This bed is heavy, so hurry with the vacuuming and then you can tell me why the hell you're stress cleaning."












