Now I can do the bolts," she slurred. "I've been trying to focus enough magic all week."
The magic shifted and swirled, finally etching a picture in the air. It was a rough picture of Foaly, and he was laughing.
I hate you, centaur!" screamed Opal, lunging toward, and then through, the insubstantial image. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and then she collapsed, snoring, on the floor.
Artemis straightened his tie.
Freud, he was certain, would have a field day with that.

Author: Eoin Colfer

Now I can do the bolts," she slurred. "I've been trying to focus enough magic all week."<br />The magic shifted and swirled, finally etching a picture in the air. It was a rough picture of Foaly, and he was laughing.<br />I hate you, centaur!" screamed Opal, lunging toward, and then through, the insubstantial image. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and then she collapsed, snoring, on the floor.<br />Artemis straightened his tie.<br />Freud, he was certain, would have a field day with that. - Eoin Colfer

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