Happy Birthday! Anything SIAT
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There is screaming and then fire and the things is they'd only stopped in this town for a drink and nothing more.
"We better help," Godric says, six drinks deep and sword hand still steady as always.
"We don't even know what we're getting involved in," Salazar points out. They were also forced to travel overnight after the magistrate accused Godric of cheating and Helga had gotten so offended on his behalf that she'd challenged the magistrate to a duel herself. Which would have been fine, she has little talent for swordplay but her wand skills more than make up for that. Except then the magistrate had cheated and Godric, Helga, and Rowena had been incensed to the point threatening to have him overthrown and obviously they couldn't stay at the inn they'd already paid for after that.
Salazar understood ideologically, but Helga had still won. Couldn't they have just taken their victory and gotten a decent night's sleep? And now this?
Rowena hooks her elbow with his and drags him along. He doesn't put up much resistance. "We'll figure out what the problem is when we get there."
The problem ends up being a serpent that's approximately six inches long.
"Hello, darling," he hisses, using wandless and soundless magic to smother the flames around them.
"Zar," Helga says sharply, "that's-"
"I know," he answers as he crouches down and holds out his hand. She licks the air in front of his fingers and then tentatively slithers onto his hand, curling up in the center of his palm.
"This is your fault," Rowena says to Godric, who just laughs.
