mr-polymorphic: feather-pants: "Wheat started to re-form, but Percy pulled a lighter from his pack and sparked a flame. “Try it,” he warned, “and I’ll set this whole field on fire! Stay dead. Stay away from us, or the grass get’s it!” Frank winced like the flame terrified him. Hazel didn’t understand why, but she shouted at the grain piles anyway: “He’ll do it! He’s crazy!”" I laughed so hard at this passage.