Screaching Demonswritten in short parts due to time restraints.
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The wailing cacophony from within waverered and ceased, and a minute later the grand blackwood portal opened. "Well, Master and Lord of the Overlywordy Choir, do come in!" The Grand High Master strode into the room Closing the door behind him, Dropped his pointy wizarding hat and favourite staff on the nearest available bench, and flung himself on the luxurios couch hanging his feet over the arm, "Your sound containment wards have faded, the apprentices think you are summoning demons, and you are rattling Master Fineas fine whisky crystal decanter upstairs."
Mercury waved a finger at the door, renewing t
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The air crackled quietly for a moment and with a 'POP' felt but no heard, a wizard appeared next to the huddle group of boys. "The Grand High Master allready knows lad, what I dont know is why you arent all at study.", he raised his eyebrow, waved a hand, and the apprentices vanished, not by magic, but as fast as their feet could carry them.
The Grand High Master waited until the sound of a hasty retreat had faded, then raised his rockwood staff and rapped its head against the door. A minute past with no effect, and the old man raised the staff. and rapped more solidly, another minute passed, another lack of r
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The six apprentices huddled in the shadowy doorway, all pressing ears against the ancient
blackwood door. The miniature Gargoyles carved ito the lintel sat and looked down
disaprovingly.
The seventh apprentice, the largest boy, and the leader, by right of strength and age
pronounced in a whisper, "I told you, Mad Old Master Mercury has opened a portal to the very
ninth hells themselves!". The second largest boy eased away from the intricately carved door
and added "You can hear the Demons wailing and screeching, I hope the old fool knows w
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