fandomtownies | The Magic Box, Monday

So his paintball class had decided people shouldn't use "powers". Which meant Eliot was even less appropriately placed there than he'd been when he could openly use magic against getting paint on his -- ugh, so ugly -- suit.

And this time they'd had paint grenades. Did the teachers have any idea how much careful maintenance hair like Eliot's took??

Clearly the answer was to perfect some more subtle forms of magic. Probability magic, even. Eliot had never shown much of a talent for that before, but hey, maybe that just meant he needed more training.

There weren't any regular poker decks in stock at the store, and Eliot didn't make a habit of carrying them around -- who was he, Quentin? -- so he had a tarot deck in hand, and was attempting to play a solitary game of Push.

With fortune telling cards. In a magic shop. On a magical island. Not nearly long enough after having not slept for a week.

What could possibly go wrong?

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