Billy was getting the sand into a solid circle shape when the door snapped open and Juniper came in like a storm. Oh it wasn't that bad but the door was open long enough to let a disturbing breeze in and she rolled her bike through while holding a lot of bags. Rowling instantly ruffled his feathers up annoyance but Billy just snorted and grinned at her timing. Honestly... better now than right in the middle of it all. He was just putting the colored stand down on the ground when she mentioned the beach was down the road. He looked to answer when his booby trap went off, likely from Juniper slamming open the door, it hadn't meant to be super good or anything. The iron, tied to string and the ceiling, came off the shelf it had been precariously balanced on and swung right toward the Wizard.
He ducked on instinct, then caught it as it came back around. It wasn't going very fast since it was really more just meant to test the defensive spell he had been about to try. Ideally it would have bounced off a barrier, if he had one. He smirked and then let it swing listlessly in the air as he walked away from his colorful sand toward Juniper. “Hey Junebug, need any help with the bags?” he said.
This was something he had been working on, prioritizing people over rituals and magic. He could finish his circle and experiment later, at that exact moment his roomie had a bunch of bags on her arm and- unless he was waaaay off the mark- he was willing to bet he could snag a few cheetos as tax for offering to help her square everything away. “"How was your day?” he asked, forcing a bit of cheer into his voice that wasn't really there. Still, it was about the effort. He'd been way too gloomy lately. He didn't want to bring Juniper down with his drama any more than he already had.
He ducked on instinct, then caught it as it came back around. It wasn't going very fast since it was really more just meant to test the defensive spell he had been about to try. Ideally it would have bounced off a barrier, if he had one. He smirked and then let it swing listlessly in the air as he walked away from his colorful sand toward Juniper. “Hey Junebug, need any help with the bags?” he said.
This was something he had been working on, prioritizing people over rituals and magic. He could finish his circle and experiment later, at that exact moment his roomie had a bunch of bags on her arm and- unless he was waaaay off the mark- he was willing to bet he could snag a few cheetos as tax for offering to help her square everything away. “"How was your day?” he asked, forcing a bit of cheer into his voice that wasn't really there. Still, it was about the effort. He'd been way too gloomy lately. He didn't want to bring Juniper down with his drama any more than he already had.