Subject: Slightly belated:
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Posted on: 2018-10-17 11:47:00 UTC
Tiger wasn’t exactly in the best of moods, to put it mildly. This was because of his left hand, which was chalk-white and lifeless. He couldn’t move it at all, but at least it was no longer causing him pain.
So, when the butler unveiled a platter of perfectly cooked salmon, he was extremely angry.
“Salmon?” he said incredulously. “Did it have to be today?”
“And custard for dessert,” responded Holly, with her smuggest expression.
Tiger only just managed to stop himself from groaning audibly.
“Holly won,” Francis remarked mildly, “so she gets to choose the meal.”
Under his breath, Tiger muttered, “And of course she chose salmon and custard because she likes it and it has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that she knows I hate it…”
As if placing a potentially deadly spell on his hand, then “killing” him in a training battle, wasn’t enough, she just had to add insult to injury by ensuring that his least favourite food was served.
The other problem was that he was left-handed, so he wouldn’t be able to cut the salmon the normal way. He stared at the slice of orange fish which had just been placed on his plate and wondered how hungry he really was and whether it was worth the effort of trying to cut it up for something he didn’t even like.
That was when he came up with the idea of using magic: a basic Cutting Spell shouldn’t tax his abilities too much and would get the job done without having to try and use the wrong hand.
Carefully, he began chanting the same few words again and again, watching as the salmon was scored with lines. When he was done he felt a little tired, but at least that ordeal was over. Now all he had to do was actually eat the disgusting thing.
Was there some kind of reference in that one as well? If so, I missed it.