Window

Mag sighs, still staring out the window, wondering if anyone would suspect him if a piano suddenly dropped on that dark-skinned lady outside.

The kid was a NO member, had his brain tampered with by some guy who also messed with a clone of mine on a lesser scale, and now neither of them can see, or refuse to see that there's magic and elves and lasers and stuff in the real world. I told Dippy I'd fix the kid for him, for free, even, and he agreed to it, but I never heard from him since. He's just been letting the condition fester, waiting for someone a teensy bit more trustworthy to volunteer to do it instead, which could mean just about anything for when I finally get around to digging about in that prepubescent's noggin.