You Are Here For A Great Cause
"How are you doing? Fine?" Sylvia asked, hiding her wand in the sleeve of her dress, but her fingers kept holding on to it.
The two men, bloodied and bruised, struggled to speak, but their hoarse throats allowed only coughing and some guttural sounds.
"You must be thirsty." Sylvia murmured to herself.
She pulled out her wand and moved it to create a mug full of water.
"Oops! I have only one here. So who is going to drink first?" She moved her wand slightly, and the mug tilted.
A stream of water fell, and the two men fought for their share. They didn't want the other to have a drink when their throat was as dry as sandpaper.
Sylvia giggled, looking at how they struggled, fought and cursed at each other.
-"You should be sympathetic towards others' pain, Sylvia."-
Sylvia blocked out Selene's voice as it always appeared in her head to mess things up for her.
The cup disappeared, and one of the two men cursed at Sylvia.