The magical justice system does no such thing, and there are basically no rules as to what punishments the courts can dish out. And when said courts h...ve access to a near infinite supply of magical power, you can understand why I’m hoping they just kill me.”“Well you’re a magician, can’t you just get us out of here?” Josh asked.“First of all, I’m a wizard. Secondly, we’re in a magical prison. Haven’t you noticed the handcuffs you’re wearing?” Josh and Abbie both looked down at them. They. Eugenia was always glad to be able to have some private time amongst books. She became lost in a world of her own as she breathed in the distinctive, musty scent of the many volumes and the men’s voices from the front of the shop faded to a distant murmur.Her love affair with literature went far back as she could remember, but it was truly kindled by the arrival in her home of her governess, Miss Davis, whose stern appearance (which won her favour with her young charges’ parents,) belied not. "Of course the scenery here is a lot nicer than Carl's," he said quietly thinking of the sports bar where he usually spent his infrequent nights out. Edward smiled and took another sip of his drink. There was Beth, Dr. Eason, from the office. He could see her on the dance floor with Jason; no one in human resources would approve of how closely they were dancing. He always thought the redhead was attractive, but the short grey dress she wore tonight showed of her curves a lot better than her. Arnie kissed his wife, said goodbye to Sandra and left. The disappointment in Sandra’s face was obvious. Monica noticed it but said nothing. They had a couple more drinks and Sandra said she should get back to her hotel. “Ok goodnight honey” Monica said and Sandra left bitterly disappointed. Back in her hotel room she stared at the wall. She turned on the TV but there was nothing worth watching. She had a shower and put on just a robe. It was still too hot to think about trying to sleep.Sandra.