11-08-2005, 07:39 AM
Hmm. Thought Mullen.
He'd been reading the book, and quite frankly it was all tosh. Honestly, who would use spells like these? They all had stilly names like "Patronous" and "Disarming Charm". And, look here, at this one:
Substitutiary Locomotion.
What devil kind of use was that! Really! And chanting it was the worst: Traguna Micoities Trickorum Satis Dee! And it had to be sung! It was nonsense.
You know where you are with magic. When you got to spells, it got fuzzy. Things blurred, like the realms of possiblity.
Mullen could feel himself begining to sneeze. He put his hand into his sleeve, and drew out a long, long string of hankerchiefs, all knotted together.
That was real magic.
He held the one on the end in front of him.
Hankerchief, sneeze. Hankerchief, sneeze.
He put down the book, stuffed the hankies back into his sleeve, and settled back into the bed.
He'd been reading the book, and quite frankly it was all tosh. Honestly, who would use spells like these? They all had stilly names like "Patronous" and "Disarming Charm". And, look here, at this one:
Substitutiary Locomotion.
What devil kind of use was that! Really! And chanting it was the worst: Traguna Micoities Trickorum Satis Dee! And it had to be sung! It was nonsense.
You know where you are with magic. When you got to spells, it got fuzzy. Things blurred, like the realms of possiblity.
Mullen could feel himself begining to sneeze. He put his hand into his sleeve, and drew out a long, long string of hankerchiefs, all knotted together.
That was real magic.
He held the one on the end in front of him.
Hankerchief, sneeze. Hankerchief, sneeze.
He put down the book, stuffed the hankies back into his sleeve, and settled back into the bed.