“You’ve made progress,” the Wizard said to Ian, using his paw to slide a small cup of tea across the table. Ian nodded solemnly as he accepted the tea. The Wizard bent his head closer to the steaming cup, fighting the urge to lap it, as it was still too hot for anything but sipping.
“Tomorrow we’ll try parakeets,” mused the Wizard.
“Now, why don’t you turn us back. And what have you done with my wand?”
Ian looked up at the ceiling, where well beyond the reach of either of them, the wand spluttered and sparked.