Floo Powder Novels & Stories

But there was a problem. "How am I to use these appliances? I haven't seen them in my life. At home,we use buckets to bath but here there is a tub and a big tap. Oh no, this is bad." Ariande said to herself. "How long will it take you I am feeling itchy?!" She heard the boss' voice from the room.

Unfortunately, I had to agree with him and our conversation and tension in the room eased up slightly. “I hope you don't mind me asking, what type of powder was used in the explosion?” I closed my eyes and tried to think. Powder brands in the world were vast. I mean, I had an entire business dedicated to cosmetics and there was no end to the fragrances that women wore on their bodies just to keep fresh and clean. “It smelled kind of rosy but how could I know? There are millions of rose scented powder in the world and looking for this particular one is like looking for a needle in a haystack.”

Alex asked, poking a metal fork at one. "A- yes ma'am." Alex scrunched her nose in disgust. She knew it. "What's this then?" She tipped the glass of pink stuff towards him. "That's rooart. It's made from fermented moss." "It's not too bad," she said, taking a generous sip. Weylin looked away. "How old are you?" she asked in between roars of excitement from the crowd. "Seventeen cycles, ma'am." "Call me Alex, not ma'am. It makes me feel old."

I grabbed the first flour my eyes laid on to try out immediately before it's too late. Excitement pulsed through me as I opened up the bag of flour and began to sprinkle it carefully onto the floor, each tiny cloud of white powder floating gently downwards. With bated breath, I watch. Nothing was happening, I released a faint sign as I sprinkled another losing hope. It was helpless after all, my brother did it skillfully and never failed. As I strengthened my back I noticed something.