Sad Day for Magic
The stout magician at the bus stop was felled sometime early this morning by a choice bottle of screwtop wine wrapped in a brown paper bag. She gave that demonic brew all it wanted for the first three hours, but her poor constitution proved the undoing. I imagine she let loose with the finest and most profane magic ever witnessed by mere mortals. I hope she didn't open her bag of "dark magic" in a last attempt to win the battle, thereby losing with some dignity. Apparently the wine also took one of her shoes and scattered vomit before vacating the area. I know she fought bravely. If you know any magicians, witches, or wizards we have a vacancy in Crystal City.