People ranging from the age of 9 all the way up to 17 were storming around in the big hall. Felix was slidding around on an oversized penguin’s back that he had probably summoned. He had sprayed water all over the floor, creating a long track he could slide around on, taking advantage of the animal’s slippy nature. Bast was sitting on a couch and oppening a deluxe sardine can with her sharp nails, looking bored.

Sadie: “Felix, you little— MAGIC IS NOT A TOY!!” she shouted after him, and stormed down the hall towards the boy.

Amos was strolling around with a smile on his face, humming a small melody as if the chaos meant nothing to him. He looked at you and tilted his fedora down in greeting, before picking up his walk again.