Chapter 8
"Alright. Raven, pop us back. You guys can pick us up the week before school starts," Before the wizards could do anything, everyone grabbed onto Raven and they winced as Raven literally tore through the anti-apparatian wards, sending a huge wave of magical backlash that sent many people stagger. "How did he do that?"
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The moment they appeared back into their cave, Chalk emptied out his stash of school supplies and nodded, indicating to Raven to take anything he thought he might need. Rummaging through the pile, Raven came out carrying two pencils, a pen, 2 notebooks, and a tiny sharpener the size of Worm's pinkie. "I need somthin' t' hold 'em," he commented, looking around. "Aha!" he grabbed the plastic baggie hanging on the wall, and dropped in everything but the notebooks within. "That was half of my stuff," Chalk rasped out, looking annoyed. The scar on his throat pulsed in time with the bobbing of his Adam's apple. "Well, ya can ge' some mor' 'ater,"