Thread:321SPONGEBOLT/@comment-30953185-20180327044153/@comment-35110919-20180531012447

Lucy: Well, best be off to write a poem for my other magic user friends. It's something we all do in a club. (Claps twices, and her broom starts to sweep the dust on the floor, then its bristles form feet to walk up the stairs. "The Sorcerer's Apprentice" is played by a lute) Farewell, Nolan. (Walks up the stairs) I bid you good night. We shall met again. (By the time she makes it to her room, she levitates the doors to make them close shut.)

(We then cut over to Luna, who was the one playing the score)

Luna: Well, somebody had to play it.