Spellcasters

The old witch hovered and offered a hand from her broom. “Climb aboard, lovely! We’ve got far to go!”

The white bearded wizard levitated his staff and sat down upon it beside her. “I will have you know, Madam, that I can DRIVE STICK!”

“I’m in love!” she cackled.


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