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There was smoke. There was also a loud whoop, a holler and then Alexander came running back into the house, slamming the door shut. He slumped against the door, laughing and panting, a wide, wide grin on his face. He was cut and bleeding in several different places, bruised in others, and looked as if someone had tried to set him on fire at one point. In his hands was a book.

"Oh gods... I haven't had that much fun in AGES!" he said out loud to the house in general. Trey, who was laying on the couch, looked at him and gave him an annoyed chirrup. "It was fun. I enjoyed every second of it."

Trey flipped his wings, annoyed and went back to his nap.