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It is a lovely Saturday morning. Feathered children are watching cartoons; furred adults are eating brunch; scaled teenagers - one scaled teenager in particular, actually - is arguing with the proprietor of a magic shop.
"How did these items get made if there's no way to learn magic? Are the magicians homeschooling their children and not writing any books? How did you learn?"
"Half this stuff is antiques," says the shopkeep. "Look, asking me a dozen times isn't gonna make the answer more to your liking. I don't have Hogwarts in the basement, deal with it."
"But where do you get the stuff that isn't antique - who made the Avalon itself? - isn't anybody panicking about the medallion supply? -"
"Kid, nobody knows how to make medallions."
"But some people apparently know how to make luck charms and protection amulets!"
"I'm not going to give out my suppliers' personal information. I wouldn't do it even if you weren't annoying."
"There have to be books -"
"Does this look like a library to you?"
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maybeso
asteptotheright
"Of course!"
He's had the incantation memorized since not long after they settled on this spell, but he still glances at the scroll he's attempting to use as he says, "I command that this water before me boil at once."
Nothing happens.
"...I guess photocopies don't work," he says ruefully.
He's had the incantation memorized since not long after they settled on this spell, but he still glances at the scroll he's attempting to use as he says, "I command that this water before me boil at once."
Nothing happens.
"...I guess photocopies don't work," he says ruefully.
maybeso
"Sorry."
She picks up the kettle off the paper and writes VOID over the diagram and sets it aside and waits for the ink in the wax to be all done.
She picks up the kettle off the paper and writes VOID over the diagram and sets it aside and waits for the ink in the wax to be all done.
maybeso
And then May carefully perches the kettle on it, picks it up and pats the bottom of the vessel to make sure it didn't pick up and disturb any ink, puts it back down -
- and recites her prepared translation in French -
only to beam ear to ear when the kettle boils.
- and recites her prepared translation in French -
only to beam ear to ear when the kettle boils.
asteptotheright
"...Amazing. Alright, my turn again," he says, and begins industriously tracing the grey printout.
maybeso
"Eeeeeeeee," says May, squirming in her chair. She sets out teacups and pours the simmering water into one, then the other, and goes to refill it.
asteptotheright
He finishes the tracing, careful even with the lines underneath providing a guide, and recites the incantation again once she's returned with the refilled kettle.
His face absolutely lights up when it boils again.
His face absolutely lights up when it boils again.
asteptotheright
He stiffens for a second, startled, but relaxes quickly and hugs back.
"We did magic," he breathes, "we can do magic, this is amazing, this is the best."
"We did magic," he breathes, "we can do magic, this is amazing, this is the best."
asteptotheright
It occurs to Kanimir that freaking out like this over such a simple spell is undignified. It occurs to him that he does not care. Magic. "We are. We--" he laughs. "We can do anything now. Near enough anything. We're going to blow these people out of the water."
maybeso
"We're going to put that ignoramus with the magic shop out of business," May sings.
asteptotheright
"We could call it--I don't know--I don't have any good ideas right now. We have time to think of something." He laughs. "What was it, 'a wizard is never late'?"
maybeso
"Yes, yes we are. Ren said she'd get me a laptop if I got a spell to work so I could have my spreadsheet portable, so that'll help, I'll be able to bring it here."
asteptotheright
"Wonderful." He looks at the tea. "We should probably drink that before it goes cold."
asteptotheright
"I hope they're not too terrible. Jaromira talked me into looking up a recipe rather than just going out to a store."