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“Dang you shoulda told me. I’d have loved to see Yarrick’s fancy boarding school.”

Yak mumbled something noncommittal in response. Unfortunately, that would never happen. The magical work sucked. He couldn’t even tell his friend honestly that he was never going to be able to see Yarrick’s school because it was ~magical~ and plebs like the two of them weren’t welcome except on special occasions where they rubbed all the magic in their faces.

Trey shifted his backpack to punch Yak’s arm lightly. “Well once she’s back we should jam.”

Yak nodded, the smile returning to his face. “For sure. I told her we were practicing so she’ll be looking forward to it. Speaking of, wanna come over tomorrow? I’ve got an audience of siblings to perform for.”

Plans made, Yak big his muggle friend goodbye and continued on homeward. Well…not quite. He knew his mom wasn’t working today, which meant he wasn’t needed at home right away. He could take the long way home.

The long way home–which really was just turning onto his street a bit later, happened to pass by a peculiar witchy shop. Yak hadn’t given much thought to such shops before– it was all fake compared to real magic after all, right? But the last time he had seen Uncle Cenek, he’d heard the adults talking about this shop. A bit more poking around and apparently there was a real-life-actual-magic seer running it. Which meant this fortune- telling shop used real-life-actual-magic divination.

Maybe they could help him unlock magic! Or at least tell him if it was hopeless.

A serious expression fell back over Yak’s face as he pushed open the door. The front of the place looked more like a shop than a fortune telling booth, with packs of incense and charms. There was a shelf with potions he swore looked familiar, and a few books that Yak couldn’t really tell if they were legit or not. They didn’t look like any of Yarrick or Zack’s textbooks, but that might not mean anything? Neither of them were taking divination as far as he knew.

Yak finished his loop around and made his way back to the main counter where a bell sat. Alright. If Madame Ursula turned out to be a creepy pot-smoking hippie lady, he could just leave. He hit the bell. ”Err, hullo? I’m looking for Madame Ursula.”