Anon - Magic Missle (Twilight)

The beanbag glanced her chest, sliding above her breast and winging off her shoulder. With an incredulous look on her face she turned to her brother, dropping half her books as she defended herself against six more beanbags with her calculus text.

"Shining, what are you doing?"

He smugly tosses his last beanbag in the air, as though mulling over some great and terrible secret.

"Magic Missile, sis."

Twilight just smiled and shook her head, her brother's LARPing never failing to make her cringe a little on the inside despite his otherwise exemplary physical fitness and sports prowess.

"You know magic's not real, right?"

Twi gathers her spilled books, picking up one of Shining's beanbags from the threshold of the doorway to shut it, leaving the rest of his 'missiles' lying around for him to get to himself. Books folded tight against her side with one arm she holds the beanbag in the other, smashing it against Shining's firm chest as she walks by.

"Now come upstairs and fingerbang me"