Natasha

Leave me alone.

Don't you mock my magic.

You know, but I was kind of giggling to myself because knowing that he's literally just using spray paint on hotel carpet does sound very janky.

The Flickumbicus, I just keep wanting to be like, you don't get to be mad at Pew Pew Pew if you keep doing this, sir.

It's the same thing.

But yeah.

So he gets this set up and it like takes a moment as he is like empowering the circle.

and feels her eyes, like he's looking up at her and her eyes are growing paler and he's like, uh-huh, it already knows something's happening.

And he uses the thoughts of his brother and how much he misses him and loves him, all of the things about him that are very distinctive and how this is motivating Harry to do something that is risky.

Yeah.

Agree.

I like it any time that there's a... Reflecting on a person as a whole makes things feel...

more doable is like inspiring is feels like such a, like corny word, but I guess that's it, you know?

Um, it's affirming in a way.

Yeah.

So he begins, uh,

Bust those light bulbs immediately.

Had forgotten to turn the lights out, so they just, like, gone.

I really wonder what the fucking people who come to clean this room are going to think, because it's like, there's a fucking circle on the floor, and all the light bulbs are going to be burned and shattered, and it's just going to be like, oh, come on, man.

What a mess.