Thomas eyed the hallway skeptically before giving the man what was meant to be a friendly smile. "Thank you sir..." he said walking into the hallway. When he reached the bathroom he locked the door behind him, and turned to face mirror. He studied himself for a bit, displeased with what he saw, but no more so than usual. He splashed his face with cold water and thought back on the ritual he had performed with a certain amount of nausea. The tome had said that imps didn’t have a soul or anything. Of course, he had had no reason to think that he be able to attract and trap an imp in the first place anyway. When it had worked though…
“Okay….” he said, gripping the sink and trying to recall from the tome what he should expect now. “Okay….” he said again, and then willed something to happen. His hands burst into flame, and he screamed and swore flailing wildly. When he did fireballs flew from either hand, one hitting the mirror and cracking it, the other blasting the garbage can across the room. "OHBLOODYHELL!!!!"