“A Magician Never Reveals His Tricks”
microwaving isn’t just the best way- had a new family
- get your guests in the mood to party
- the odd, symbiotic relationship between sloths and moths
- just saying what everyone’s thinking
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“A magician never reveals his tricks,” Jim drawled.
“You’re no magician!” I shot back. I really did want to know how he managed to board Fleur’s vessel.
Jim held up his hands. “We’re all on the same side, here,” he protested. “But I’ll give you just one hint: microwaving isn’t just the best way to make popcorn.” He winked, somehow giving all three of the other people in the zeppelin’s gondola the impression that the gesture was aimed at them. Fleur fanned herself, Isolde winked back, and I scowled at the obscure inside joke from our childhood. “Anyway,” he drawled on, “knowing you had a new family I felt duty-bound to offer some protection.”
I folded my arms and shook my head. “Do you honestly expect me to believe a word you say, after what happened the last time we met?”
He flashed a grin, which again made my wife and sister-in-law seem weak in the knees. “Hey, brother, don’t be so touchy about bygone days. Now that I’m here, I just want to get your guests in the mood to party.” He winked again, and all I could think about was how he had to know that these women weren’t my guests. What was his real game? Which faction was he working with? Their politics was filled with pretzel logic and arcane mutual dependencies as cryptic as the odd, symbiotic relationship between sloths and moths.
Isolde cleared her throat tremulously, and when she’d caught my eye she said, “Could you and Fleur, I don’t know, look out the windows for a bit?”
Jim chuckled. “She’s just saying what everyone’s thinking.”
“Not me,” I said. To Isolde I asked, “What would Harry say?”
“Who?” she responded in a sleepy voice.
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