“No wait...!” The blue fairy started, but she was tackled by the now fighting yellow and green orbs.<br/><br/>Jaroslav stood in a dark room—it was actually a<em>dark room</em>, the red light swinging from the top of the ceiling as he held paper talismans in a batch of unknown liquids. He could feel the commotions in his house, it was his house, after all, so every bit of magic used he could feel it and know where it was coming from. He wasn't stupid, he knew Bozidara was taking this the hardest, ever since he first told her of the plan—she had practically spit flames that day—no, but if she did, then all of this would be resolved. He heard his recent little hunt out burst of her own powers, it racked joy through his body to even have her under the same roof as him. He just hoped she made nice with the rest of his girls, it was no changing it now—she was going to accept her fate and agree to his terms—and he already had a feud in his home, he didn't need two more.<br/><br/>He pulled the soaking papers from the purple liquid and hung them up to dry as if they were a piece of clothing. Jaroslav moved from the the dark room and up into the house foyer, he then moved about up the stairs, to the left, past a second hallway, though one door, and right down the hall—that was the best thing about his house—every direction kept changing, and unless one was in tune with the magic of the house, they'd never know where they'd end up. He entered one living room, and then bend down, dusted off his now gold and white suit, he didn't have to worry about his hat falling of as he didn't ware one! He was now adorn with a silver monocle, passing by a jeweled mirror, he then fixed silver ascot tie and walked out of that room into a hallway.<br/><br/>He saw the little minx walking in front of him, he was behind her, and only waited until she notice him, which would be soon seeing as his brand new shoes clicked and squeaked.