This afternoon I opened a Hell Portal on my way back from work. Unfortunately, I didn't check my mood first...
A raging fireball tore across the city, radiating outwards from my position. Great gouts of flame spewing from the pulsating fissure. Huge swathes of sulphurous fire blasting into the evening sky.
At least I was warm and that's what counts, right?
Oh. And I accidently torched my heliostat and the packet of hemlock I always carry.
Update: It's just been pointed out to me that this could be misconstrued as poo-air. It is not. I don't do that kind of thing. After all, I'm a very respectable (ahem) witch...