The glass had already been filled up about three fourths of the way when Thomas felt a sharp pain in his ass. He yelped in surprise and looked behind him, discovering that a book had somehow grown sharp teeth and attached itself there comfortably. An irritated groan left him as he did his best to get it off finding that to be a lot more difficult than he expected it to be. He should have expected there to be some kind of security system here that would prevent him from using magic! The more he struggled with the book the more it seemed to sink its teeth deeper into his flesh. What annoyed him more than the fact that his ass was nearly being chomped off, was that laughter that seemed to echo al through the house. If only there was some way to make it stop; he was sure that it had something to do with getting this book off his ass.<br/><br/>Looking to the glass of water an idea hit him. If he couldnâ€™t force it off by hand he would throw some water on it, perhaps use the book as his little test guinea pig to see if he could get the spell to work the way he wanted it to. Books really should not get wet after all. Muttering the chant he remembered from that spell book he held the glass up and coaxed the water out carefully. The water then formed a bubble and, floating over to the book. Surprisingly teaching his body to handle using magic again was going smoother than he thought. It made him wonder that maybe all of his powers had not been completely drained, in spite of being dead for awhile. Concentrating on his magic was coming pretty easy to him and that bubble did not seem like it was going to pop any time soon.<br/><br/>His concentration being broken by a sudden rumble throughout the house probed him wrong. The bubble popped, not only did it make the book wet but now his lower back was soaked, cold. Thomas swore under his breath and was about to refill the glass when the houseâ€™s trembling started to become more violent.<br/><br/>Everyone has their fears, what makes them uncomfortable, as nobody was invincible. It should be noted that Thomas has a deep fear of being buried alive among other things. He really wished he would have forgotten such a weakness being dead, but it seemed he has not. The house was shaking like there was an earthquake and he soon began to tremble a bit as well. Not caring how much of his ass was going to be taken with it, Thomas pried the book off of him and went back into the room where he had been asleep. Instead of sitting on the couch he crammed himself in a corner of the room that looked the safest to be and brought his knees against his chest. The houseâ€™s foundation seemed strong; then again it had to be in a place like this. The pressure of dark magic was a heavy weight so surely this house would have been built to counter that.<br/><br/>Still, it was that fear of his that didnâ€™t believe it. He truly felt that the house was going to collapse on top of him.