The Thrills of Joyless Spell-Casting
By Alberta Rollins
“Class, please keep it down. There’ll be no excitement here, that I can promise you.” Professor Quillgriffis cautioned.
“Magic in the real world is not what you see on TV. It’s deadly, dangerous business and not a ton of fun.” She paused, giving a stern look to a few students nearest the back.
“That’s it. Lock your wands away. Open your books to page Four-Hundred-and-Sixty-Two: Chapter Forty, Greatest Spells for Wandless Charms. Projecting your Success.”
“She sure is a dud,” Florence Silverling whispered amidst an assortment of giggles.
“So, you think you can do better?” Professor Quillgriffis queried, "Let's see..."
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