On a normal day Olive would have warmed to the Butler's kind demeanor and run off obediently. On a bad day she would have found a venomous retort or just slunk off quietly. But today Olive Silverlock was a enraged, incensed, and just plain pissy. Upon being turned in the direction of the garage her rebellious streak rose unbidden and upon being lightly but authoritatively smacked over her skirt, something snapped she turned about in ire, and with all the intensity of a 5 year old shouted "DON'T you DARE touch me!"
The effect was childish and petulant, but unbeknownst to her it unleashed something far more deadly, a small orb of flame appeared in the air and shot out like a bolt toward the debonair butler. It rocketed past him, but landed with a hiss in the nearest hedge, the ensuing smell and smoke told her the damage had just begun.
"Oh shit! I'm sorry! Is there a fire extinguisher in the garage?" her question was interrupted by the conflagration as the hedge burst into a small flame that quickly began to grow.
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