<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>Dorm<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Open<br/><strong>MISC INFORMATION:</strong>Harvesting ingredients<br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">     The dormitory door opened and Orphan ducked inside, closing it behind him. He peered down at the bag and cursed under his breath. Having a second pair of hands would have made handling the creature easier, but he had it. Psychic girl would just complain and Ron would just be annoying. Orphan growled and walked over to the center of the floor. Whatever room the academy had given him initially wasn’t the same room. He had turned it upside down. The bedposts, the extra furniture that wasn’t a desk or chest of drawers, the carpet—all fuel for the fire. The room was bare and the bed was simple. He kept the floors bare so he could experiment with his spells, and he kept the room empty out of preference.<br/><br/>     Orphan strode over to a wooden chest and opened it. He tossed his jacket with the imp inside and closed the chest. “Stay in there Judas!”<br/><br/>     All he got was a tantrum in response along with a chest that nearly bounced off the floor. Orphan stepped back from it before he raced over to his desk and opened the drawer to retrieve a stick of chalk. He moved to the floor, dropping on his knees as he began quickly drawing a simple barrier circle that he frequently used. He made it big enough for the imp and sighed. Here came the hard part. Orphan faced the trembling chest and cautiously approached it. Kneeling before it, he rested his hand on top of the wood and exhaled a nervous breath. This creature wasn’t going to make this easy.<br/><br/>     “I’m openin’ the chest Judas. You better chill out or I’ll kick your ass!” Orphan snarled.<br/><br/>     He wrenched open the chest and the red devil leapt at him with a shriek. Orphan lunged back and held up his hands, a gust of wind threw the creature back against the wall. Judas grunted, dropping from the wall to the ground and shaking its horned head. It flared its wings and flashed its sharp teeth at Orphan as a terrible shriek left its throat.<br/><br/>     “You get over here right now!” Orphan demanded pointing down at the magic circle.<br/><br/>     Judas remained where it was, barking and screaming like a demonic child. It was making so much noise. Why hadn’t the creature obeyed him? Was he not strong enough to command a mere imp? Orphan’s frown hardened. He was through playing with the beast. He was going to get what he needed from it, whether he had to tear his entire room apart or not.<br/><br/>     “You’re fuckin’ with the wrong mage you flyin’ red rat,” he jeered. Orphan began to speak a spell, his words echoing throughout the room. His fingers glistened with moisture and then turned white with frost. Judas sprang into the air and darted for the door like a bat until Orphan tagged it with a frost spell. The imp shattered against the door.<br/><br/>     “FUCK!” Orphan cursed.<br/><br/>     That was the last thing he wanted to happen. With an exasperated sigh, he walked over to the pile of shattered imp and picked what parts he could from it. Toes, fingers, the tail, the horns, teeth, an eye, liver, heart, etc. He placed each piece into a jar and swept the remains of the imp into his jacket. Opening his dorm room door, he peeked outside and then slipped out.</span>