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[center][h1][color=99CC00]Matthew Madigan[/color][/h1]
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[I]Location: Camelot
Skills: Sleight of Hand[/I][/center]
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A small part of Maddy wanted to tell Colby of what he'd done. It seemed his sleight of hand was getting better as no one was the wiser about his involvement in deterring the flames. He now understood the concept of villains revealing what they'd done. Wanting some satisfaction in seeing how another reacted to their antics or deeds as opposed to being swept under a rug and forgotten. The thought of it began to well up inside him, reminding him of his solitude in the Orphanage and being one of the kids to grow out of the system as opposed to being adopted. His smile from earlier began to falter, tears threatening him as he tried to hold it back. It was the smoke, must've been. His thoughts were snapped back to the present as Rosalia began to do what she does best, complain. He rolled his eyes as she practically shouted from the rooftops that it was them who'd set off the fire.

Maddy almost didn't care about Rumple anymore, or his deals because of his infuriating with her voice. As soon as they entered the tavern he whipped around hands at his sides as he confronted her. [Color=99CC00]"W-w-what is wrong with you? J-just drop it ok? Geeze. We c-c-cant fix the past but we can work on the pr-present. I used my magic to subdue the f-f-flames and h-hold them still. So shut u-up before the whole town hears you y-y-y-yabbering!"[/color] His heart was beating out of his chest, head feeling light as he confronted her with anxious nerves wracking every inch of him. By the end of his speech he couldn't feel his legs anymore, his knees felt weak as if they could give out any minute much like when a knife was to his throat before. He clearly wasn't one for confrontation but someone had to say it.