Goal for the Day: 750
Actual words written: 1225
Starting line: The snow had stopped falling, but the sky was still grey and overcast, and everything had a damp, musty November smell to it, like mothballs and wet wool.
Ending line: “You can take two days to learn not to light anything on fire,” Justin said, overruling his objection. “Trust me. Learn the basics, and then you can write. Unless you want to burn the Inn down.”
Darling: -This is just so not what I need,- Justin thought, leaning against the post and watching Rick try and pull himself together. The young Sensitive was actually trembling, and not from the chill in the air. Power fluttered around him like fire-scorched lace, dipping in and out of his aura with little tongues of flame. Not for the first time, Justin wondered just what he’d done to have deserved such an interesting life.
Good Things: Well, we found out WHY Rick's having the issues he is. Some of them, anyways.
Mean Things: Lit Rick's room on fire. And Justin laughed at him.