Julien Camille Élie Cotonnet knows a little trick.
It isn't a spell. He knows, because he doesn't have to prepare it in the mornings. That's not unusual in itself. Lots of wizards can do little things like that – summon up a dart of acid or a ray of light, nothing very strong, something they've done done so many times it feels as natural as breathing.
But Élie hasn't heard of anyone who can do his trick. The thing is, he can teleport. Not very often, and not very far, just a few feet here and a few feet there. Not very far – but far enough. Far enough to get in and out of school without getting caught. Far enough to sneak past checkpoints in a city under siege. And, tonight, far enough to escape from an endless correspondence committee meeting.
He excuses himself for a moment, finds a bit of curtain that's seen better days, steps through the wall behind it –
– and ends up somewhere else.