[GC. Room] Skittering Flames

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Liam let out a loud yelp as a dark flame skittered down onto the flesh over his palm. A soft whigning sound erupted from his throat as he nursed his hand, glaring at the fireplace. It had been his fault of course, complaining about the cold and tossing too many logs inside. Though, that didn't stop him from his overly exaggerated bad mood.

Frowning, he sat as far away as he could from the fire without freezing his bones and opened his latest Transfiguration text, looking around the Common Room curiously.

[Jac Shaw]

Jac had been sitting on a couch not too far from the fire when Liam had burnt his hand. She had her nose deep in a Care of Magical Creatures like hippocampus from her brother. It was most fascinating but since Liam screamed, she had not been able to get into it again. She kept worrying. He moved away and Jac turned her torso to face him. "You want some ice for that?" she asked conversationally.