<strong>-Bethany-</strong><br/>As she was serving the tea to the ladies when it got black, first she did not even realice is but as it crept in her mind, she screamed and knelt behind the tea table she was in. The teapot was left where she put it. The black smoke got into her lungs, making her cough. The howl made the turn toward the sound, her hand hitting the tea table, making the pot fall over and hit the floor, letting out an crystaline shattering noise, as the porchelin pot shatters into thousands of tiny shrapnels.