True Magic by Colin Sims

Author:Colin Sims [Sims, Colin]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Publisher: Colin Sims
Published: 2017-10-31T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

You’re a Wizard

Here’s a funny thing about college: No matter what is going on in your life, there’s no escaping the ever-looming need to study for midterms. For example, even if you just helped kidnap a Vampire Lord the previous night, the fact that you have a Statistics 13 midterm on Monday still fills you with dread. It was my least favorite class this semester, and unless I studied, I was going to fail it.

But before I could do so—and this was more important than anything else—I needed coffee. Good coffee. Not the emergency reserve stuff in the kitchen. I needed a fresh, professionally brewed cup of Joe, and I needed a lot of it. There was only one place in a thousand locations where I could get such a thing: Starcups. (Not to be confused with Starbucks.)

I headed outside in shorts, flip-flops and an old t-shirt, and hopped onto Mary Lou. There was a nice breeze as I puttered up Wilshire, enjoying the sunny Saturday morning. When I got to Starcups, I found it packed to the gills with people who’d had the same idea that I’d had—coffee and lots of it. Still, it only took a few minutes until my order was up. As I walked outside, my brain was consumed with how I was going to carry my precious cargo back to the apartment while piloting the Vespa. My plan was to jerry-rig an impromptu cup-holder from the bungee cord dangling off the back.

I was in the middle of trying to turn that dream into a reality, when a silver Rolls Royce pulled up beside me. It was brand new and sparkled under the early morning sun. The passenger door opened slowly and Agent Thomas Rosewood appeared, complete with immaculate, double-breasted suit and silver-topped cane.

“François,” he said, smiling pleasantly. “Dear me. It warms the heart just to see you! You are well, I trust?”

I gave a furtive glance from left to right to see if anyone was watching. The only culprit was a teenage girl filming us—although I’m pretty sure she was hoping for a celebrity to emerge from the Rolls.

“I’m great,” I said.

I found myself strangely happy to see him. There was something about that cheerful, British demeanor that put an involuntary smile on my face.

“Marvelous! I tell you, François. I heard about your exploits with Cassandra last evening and I must say! My hat—as it were—is off to you, sir. I am most impressed. Most impressed indeed.”

“Thanks,” I said. “I did a cantrip.”

“So I heard. You know, it took me six months of practice before I did my first? You have a rare talent, François. Truly.”

“The orc was about to punch me in the face,” I noted. “I think that helped.”

“Ha! Well I am most glad it did! So listen. I don’t wish to intrude upon your morning, but I was wondering if I might have a word? It won’t take long.” He gestured toward the open door of the Rolls and gave a little bow.

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