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It's not worth it, you don't even know if the spellbook is even in the library, and who knows when you would find it, another week? A year? And at that rate, you'll be completely immobile at that point. You thought you were big when the leprachaun left you, now you'd pay to be that big again. "Take me outside!" you say to Angela, "Take me outside right now!"
Angela looks confused,"But master, it's lunch time." But you are serious, you have humored her, but now this is an emergency, "Forget Lunch, take me out now!" you say forcefully. Angela's expression shifts, "But... lunch is an important meal... You won't have energy and skipping meals will make you sick..." She falls to the ground, and tears well up "Master doesn't want to take care of himself.... have I failed him?" the pictures in the hall life off their pegs, but this time you stand firm "I said take me outside!" you say.
The all hell breaks loose. The pictures fly across the room, windows break, and you feel the wheelchair lurch as the ghostly power explodes over the room. It shoots across the hall and you grasp for the arms as you hear Angela screaming and crying. You have no control, your too fat to reach anything that could steer the chair as it rockets towards foyer. At least you are heading where you want to go.
Unfortunately you are on the second floor.
The wheelchair hist the guard rail, tipping forward, thrusting you out. You fall against it, and there is a wooden snap as your weight breaks it like a twig and you fall forward. You land stomach first on the ground, your padding absorbing the impact, but man that hurt. you try to push yourself up, but between pain, and your size, you get nowhere. You toes scrap the floor, elevated by your belly and your center of gravity keeps you rocking rather then rolling. The exit is right there, there has to be some way out...
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