Blue fire will be hell, red fire is okay, green fire is ideal. The only thought in our young protagonists already overfull head. A lock of hair (who tf even uses that anymore?) thrown into the roaring bonfire will decide the fate of young ?. And in it went. A held bated breath and then suddenly...whoosh! Fire blue as the afternoon sky licked at the bottoms of the tree branches.
"FUCK!" The vulgar exclamation shocked the crowd enough to make the majority jump.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me! What the fuck is this bull shittery?"
And so was born the legacy of the brattiest bottom to ever exist.
