From the shadows, Imogen stepped forward, a strange, sad smile on her face. She held a leather-bound book: The Art of Magical Compression – Volume II: The Unpacking Problem.
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And Leo? Leo was standing there, empty-handed, a single, horrifying realization dawning on his face. From the shadows, Imogen stepped forward, a strange,
“Wands at the ready,” whispered the self-appointed referee, a tiny first-year with a whistle. It was consequence
Leo opened his mouth to answer, but a tiny, compressed fireball popped out instead, setting a tapestry ablaze. The crowd screamed and scattered.
When the smoke cleared, Sebastian was on his back, robes smoking, hair singed. He was alive—just. The courtyard looked like a dragon had used it as a landing pad.