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A magical holocaust – magic users gathered in groups, sacrifices marked out with red ribbons? There was something major going on. Sam and Dean were there – had been in the town earlier. Were talking to people who were near a swimming-pool, to a mother with young children.

We had to build a shield, to channel power through people and through books (because books have power, right?) in order to protect ourselves. We were supposed to be the sacrifice/shield because somehow they thought our magical powers would absorb/appease the storm. I knew that wouldn’t happen. I snuck a pair of scissors in and sliced up the ribbons, and then, in the panic, desperately tried to find people to keep them safe – Piers and DCH, Becky, Matt, various Kilvites. Somehow we reached a nearby mansion before the storm broke; walled ourselves into a room, had to abandon someone who started attacking us all.

When the chaos was over, we had to pull down the bookshelves we’d barricaded ourselves in with – the person in the other room, the madman, had disappeared. It was late afternoon, and everything was very quiet. We started to explore the house, wondering what the hell to do next.

(Yes, I am totally turning this into a story.)

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