Each scholar reached out with one stiff arm, as if unable to stop themselves, their movements jerky and unnatural, like puppets on a string. Each hand plucked a star from the air, and turned it on its owner. Each gleaming silvery spike drew closer, irresistibly closer, to a face contorted in horror and confusion. “No,” whispered Morrigan, unable to move. “NO! Put them down. Stop it! STOP.”
That’s what you get bullies
