<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/CpwBnBuXEAE14bf.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Orphan<br/><strong>TIME/DATE:</strong>October 27, 2017, 4:00PM<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Library Back Corner<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Open<br/><strong>MISC INFORMATION:</strong>Well that was easy.<br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">     Orphan returned to the library, and he didn’t say a word to anyone or even look their way. He headed straight for the back to where he had left his magic circle—<em>and it had better still be there</em>. The books were mostly picked up. The nosy redhead doing his deed for the day. He should have just left everything where it was. Orphan came before his magic circle and he frowned suspiciously at the foreign magic he sensed. Someone had tampered with it.<br/><br/>     The people here were so annoying. Orphan opened his jacket and began dumping the fragments of imp onto the circle like pieces of a shattered vase. He shook his jacket until every grain of demon sprinkled off onto it. Returning the imp was easier than conjuring it, especially one that couldn’t resist. He slipped his jacket back on and held his hand over the circle.</span><br/><br/><div align="center">(http://txt-dynamic.cdn.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjQwLjAwMDAwMC5WbUZoY0dGelpXVWguMAAA/gypsy-curse.regular.png)</div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">     The circle erupted in a white light and the imp and the blood were gone leaving behind the white chalk circle. Everything seemed better now that the imp was gone. It hadn’t gone as bad as he thought. Orphan had some other library books to check out. Books about potions.</span>