[The smile on Henry's face suddenly turns very distinctly predatory. The Murkrows all stop moving almost at once, staring at him in alarm; after a second, they all move into a number of nearby trees. Though they may not know what exactly it is, they know that shit's about to go down in one way or another.]
[Without Murkrows to hide him, it becomes clear that Henry's got some kind of purple glow about him, the kind that pulses disaster. A spellbook appears in his hand; at much the same time, plumes of smoke begin to crawl across the ground, coming from seemingly nowhere...]
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[The smile on Henry's face suddenly turns very distinctly predatory. The Murkrows all stop moving almost at once, staring at him in alarm; after a second, they all move into a number of nearby trees. Though they may not know what exactly it is, they know that shit's about to go down in one way or another.]
[Without Murkrows to hide him, it becomes clear that Henry's got some kind of purple glow about him, the kind that pulses disaster. A spellbook appears in his hand; at much the same time, plumes of smoke begin to crawl across the ground, coming from seemingly nowhere...]
No.
I really think you should apologise.