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"No, you..." Ambrose trailed off as he saw a boy falling down the hill...seriously. When James fell into the pond, he cursed, long and low, and hauled him out again.

"There now, no fussing, not at this moment. The pixies are agitated." He murmured, and summoned a ball of light in his hand, warm and pulsing.

"There, my cousins, just a little helping gift. He didn't mean to break the barrier. Take some of this magic now, just a bit of mine, to rebuild. We'll make it right again, get the balance back." He released the orb into the water, watched it hit the bottom. Thousands of little golden and silver specks drifted over to it, and light flashed blindingly for a moment before it pulsed once, then settled, and the barrier glimmered softly once more.

"Ah, there we are..." He murmured, then pivoted to face James. "Ok, now we fuss. Are you all right, then?" He asked, drawing off his light jacked and tossing it over the boy's shoulders.

(( You told me to post now. razz I was gunna wait. And nope, not smote.))

James spluttered and coughed as he climbed back onto the shore, not exactly thrilled with the fact that he'd just accidentally broken in on someone's private outing. Not to mention lost his scythe. And sketchbook. And he was soaking wet. And had a headache. And he was... stop complaining.

He shivered slightly as he was pulled up onto the shore and shook some of the excess water off his head. The most avoided student in the school wasn't used to people being nice to him particularly since she left. Oh, wait, she was back apparently. He had to get back into the habit of paying attention. "Nice of you to tell me that you were back Lin..." he said, shaking his head again as he looked up at her friend.

He didn't recognize him.... Then again, Lin was the only person in the school he talked with. Well, that was still alive. He felt him put his jacket on his back and nodded in thanks. He wasn't even sure what in the world had tripped him.... Wouldn't put it past one of the other students, although it might've just been over his own feet. He put his hand to his head as the multiple hits against the ground hadn't exactly helped his headache any. He reached into his pocket, pulling out the soaking wet bag and poured the remaining 8 leaves into his mouth, his eyes immediately shifting between green and purple every couple of seconds.

James winced, hearing the tone of her voice as he looked down, his guilt welling up inside of him. Most people, if they'd just fallen down a hill into a lake and were now freezing and dripping wet, would be expected to be a little irritated. But not him, the guilt immediately washed over him, frowning as he put his head down in his knees. He sighed quietly started scratching the mud with his finger, one of the symbols from his scythe, which had slid a few feet further down the hill from where he'd dropped it before stopping with his sketchbook.

"Sorry Lin," he said as the medicine started to take effect, his head beginning to float as his eyes flashed between the violet that came when his powers were activated and their regular color. He didn't notice the changing color, he never did. Wouldn't even know it happened if there weren't people around when he activated his powers from time to time. He was also pretty sure that he'd seen his reflection in something or other from time to time.

"Thanks," he said softly, the guilt still obvious in his voice. He was borrowing someone else's jacket, getting it all wet. He'd snapped at one of... the only friend he had. He'd disturbed the pixies in the lake, and he was intruding on their private moment. He sighed again, his frown deepening on his face. He was going to get wrinkles before he turned 20 at this rate.

'Sweet', she said. 'Kind', she said. 'Friend', she said. What was that sound? Oh, right, his ego shattering. Next she'd be pulling out words like 'cute' and 'dependable'. Right. Sweet, dependable Ambrose. He could be a friend, a confidant, a study buddy or a sounding board, but at the end of the day that was all he could ever be. Joy and rapture...

Shaking off the mood, he grinned at James, settling on the grass. "And we wouldn't want to make our lovely Lin sad now, would we friend?" He asked, and then spotted something gleaming in the sun. With a flick of his wrist, he had what looked suspiciously liek a scythe flying into his hand. He stared at it, blinked, then offered it to James.

"Is this yours, then?" He asked, deciding he was better off just not asking anything else.

Lin gasped as Ambrose flicked his wrist and James' scythe came flying into his hand.

"It looks as if I have not been the only one who has kept her powers a secret. Ambrose, I had no idea you could do that! That is quite incredible!"

She smiled brightly at Ambrose. There was a glint of admiration in her eyes.

Ambrose blinked, glanced at Lin. "This? It's nothing but a summoning spell." He said, confused. He didn't think he'd been hiding anything. It was just...another spell that he used on occassion.

Lazareth let out a roar of rage, shooting straight up in the air so the fire only grazed him. "This is ridiculous." He muttered. He was too damned old to be playing tag with a baby dragon.