Peter did indeed fly to get up to the window, and when they were all inside, John looked to Samuel, making sure he hadn't moved from where he'd left him, then moved towards the door. He knelt down in front of it, setting the bag down next to him, and rifled through it again, pulling out a handful of leaves this time. He set it down around the edges of the bottom of the door frame, reached for another handful, and repeated the process on the other side of the frame. He studied the tiny piles for a moment, frowning, then sighed and got back to his feet, moving to spread a sprinkling of leaves along the window sill.
He moved back to the center of the room, gathering Power around him like a cloak with each step he took, and unsheathed his sword from where it had been hidden in his cane. He pointed it towards the floor at the base of the door and flashed Lydia a wry smile, his eyes slowly darkening as the feel of magic electrified the air. "I do hope they didn't ask you to put a security deposit on this room. You're about to lose it."
Without waiting for her to answer, he raised the tip of the sword, following the line of the door frame with it, and as he did so, the leaves he'd spread at its base followed suit, snaking up the wood slowly and from both sides, hissing with a rustle of unfelt wind. They continued on, creeping higher, covering the frame until they met in the center, above the door, and John pushed more Power into them, closing his eyes. They did nothing for a moment, a slow, sweet smell filling the room as though something were burning, and then they dissolved abruptly into a shower of ash. A delicate pattern of leaves and branches remained on the wood where they had been, apparently burned into the wood.
John studied the markings, then satisfied, he nodded, turning to repeat the process on the window.
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Date: 2010-11-14 01:56 am (UTC)He moved back to the center of the room, gathering Power around him like a cloak with each step he took, and unsheathed his sword from where it had been hidden in his cane. He pointed it towards the floor at the base of the door and flashed Lydia a wry smile, his eyes slowly darkening as the feel of magic electrified the air. "I do hope they didn't ask you to put a security deposit on this room. You're about to lose it."
Without waiting for her to answer, he raised the tip of the sword, following the line of the door frame with it, and as he did so, the leaves he'd spread at its base followed suit, snaking up the wood slowly and from both sides, hissing with a rustle of unfelt wind. They continued on, creeping higher, covering the frame until they met in the center, above the door, and John pushed more Power into them, closing his eyes. They did nothing for a moment, a slow, sweet smell filling the room as though something were burning, and then they dissolved abruptly into a shower of ash. A delicate pattern of leaves and branches remained on the wood where they had been, apparently burned into the wood.
John studied the markings, then satisfied, he nodded, turning to repeat the process on the window.