A Novice Gambit: a microfiction
A microfiction of magical hijinks and a small heist
"What if Magister Delbreck catches us, Donald? You know what he'll do!" one boy said, warily casting a spell of detection over a cabinet.
"Do you want to pass exams or not, Kellan?" retorted Donald, haphazardly rummaging through drawers and bookshelves.
Kellan nodded.
"Then quit being antsy! Just find the damn formula while they're none the wiser!"
"A magister's study must have a thousand wards..." Kellan said.
Delbreck's study was more a miniature library than anything else. There were dozens of places to hide things: full bookshelves, cabinets, a desk, suits of armor; too many places to search in the time they had. The boys also left the door to the college cloister open in case they needed a hasty escape.
Suddenly, Donald opened a drawer and held a paper aloft, "Huzzah!"
A book sailed through the air and struck him on the forehead.
"Run!" said Kellan.
Donald was already out of the room with the formula when two suits of armor came to life. The study door flew shut behind Donald. Panicked, Kellan drew sigils in the air and teleported outside.
There, he saw a magister holding Donald by the ear.
"Boys," Delbreck said admonishingly.
"Magister," they said fearfully.
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