She's too well trained to leave it there on its own, and really there's probably too much pleasure she takes in watching the thing burn in midair. Something caustic and a bit destructive to let herself focus the frustrations all simmering under her skin all into. The banquet. Gil. This place. Dean bloody Winchester. Who did, but didn't know her. This place. Lee & Sokka. Her promise to them. So new it still had plastic wrap on it.
So. Maybe. Yeah. She stands there. Watching it burn up in midair. With only her underwear, her wand, and her necklace left. For a long time. Because it feels good in some ways. To watch the edges sear, sizzle, and disintegrate in mid-air, vanishing as it did. It's almost hypnotic in a way, or it must have been, just watching it burn and fade away, because the next thing she knows Dean is knocking on the door, and making her scramble for a towel.
To have something in front of her, by the time that door gets opened. Since around was going to take far too many more seconds.
At least it helps that he's busy looking at the burned remains of the hovering dress and not her, with her barely-there towel shield being held mostly at right above her chest at that point. With her left hand and her right upper arm, pressing it between itself and her side. Giving him a slightly wide-eyed for the surprise look, that doesn't change from it becoming a flash of shocked sharp annoyance at his words.
"Your normal, you mean." And with that, and a sharp touch of a frown, thinking Scourgify as she flicked her wand at the floating remains and they vanished entirely. Not that Jo was going to point out that she heard that from a lot of people all the time. Superiors, family, friends.
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She's too well trained to leave it there on its own, and really there's probably too much pleasure she takes in watching the thing burn in midair. Something caustic and a bit destructive to let herself focus the frustrations all simmering under her skin all into. The banquet. Gil. This place. Dean bloody Winchester. Who did, but didn't know her. This place. Lee & Sokka. Her promise to them. So new it still had plastic wrap on it.
So. Maybe. Yeah. She stands there. Watching it burn up in midair. With only her underwear, her wand, and her necklace left. For a long time. Because it feels good in some ways. To watch the edges sear, sizzle, and disintegrate in mid-air, vanishing as it did. It's almost hypnotic in a way, or it must have been, just watching it burn and fade away, because the next thing she knows Dean is knocking on the door, and making her scramble for a towel.
To have something in front of her, by the time that door gets opened. Since around was going to take far too many more seconds.
At least it helps that he's busy looking at the burned remains of the hovering dress and not her, with her barely-there towel shield being held mostly at right above her chest at that point. With her left hand and her right upper arm, pressing it between itself and her side. Giving him a slightly wide-eyed for the surprise look, that doesn't change from it becoming a flash of shocked sharp annoyance at his words.
"Your normal, you mean." And with that, and a sharp touch of a frown, thinking Scourgify as she flicked her wand at the floating remains and they vanished entirely. Not that Jo was going to point out that she heard that from a lot of people all the time. Superiors, family, friends.