<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/7c/06/6e/7c066ee66e3059d784deded700f1ac15.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Orphan<br/><strong>TIME/DATE:</strong>October 27, 2017, 3:00PM<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Library<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Haust, Sofina, Open<br/><strong>MISC INFORMATION:</strong>Mischief<br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">     The imp spread its jaws, flashing its deadly teeth at Sofina as it snarled at her. Its claws and talons stretched out toward her, scorpion-like tail whipping forward to not only attempt to stick her with its dagger-like claws but its stinger. The demon was caught off-guard by the sudden invisible wave that struck it. The creature was repelled and sent flipping backwards through the air with a screech.<br/><br/>     Orphan’s eyes widened as he shrugged free his jacket and whipped it around to catch the imp inside. While the creature snarled and thrashed about, the magus gathered his jacket into a bag shape and twisted it tight until the imp could hardly move. Lowering the bag and keeping a two-hand grip on it, the tattoos that had covered his arms were now revealed to be all over his body—even up to his neck. He stared at Sofina, frowning in wonder as he gazed upon her. She wasn’t a mage, but she had somehow repelled the imp with an unseen force. She not only repelled it, but she could see it. A medium?<br/><br/>     The sorcerer glanced from her back at Ron for a moment before he decided to leave the library with his summoning. He wasn’t finished with the circle, and he wasn’t ready to return his servant yet. He still needed it. Without a word to the psychic or to anyone else, Orphan briskly took his leave. If they told on him, he didn’t care. He was certain that he would have what he needed from it before anyone else learned what had transpired.</span><br/><br/><div align="center">[Heading to Academy Corridors]</div>