Magician First Class (2025)

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"So," Bev said, her voice level. "Tell me about this dark wizard attack." I glanced wide-eyed at Oona, who looked just as stunned as I did. Bev rolled her eyes. "Did it not occur to either of you that word might get back to me?" "We didn't want to worry you," Oona said. "He ran away." "Uh-huh." Bev beckoned me closer and pointed to another chair. I sat. "And this geas you're both under?" "We can't tell you," Oona said. Bev grunted. "Charlie? You in some sort of trouble?" I laughed. I couldn't help it. I was in so many sorts of trouble that the question seemed ridiculous. For a moment, I thought about laying it all out for her. Bev Thornton had solved problems like this for decades before I was born. She could probably take care of a mauvais wizard without disturbing her stiff grey curls, stopping halfway through for a cigarette break. What would she do if I said, "Well, Bev, I got this job under false pretenses, swore a