I blush feeling his stare on me. "Pick a card," he offers a deck of cards to me. I take one clearly unimpressed. "Nice tits," he whispers.

I start in shock, and then react. "You aren't a real magician," I hiss at him. "These are stupid card tricks that any child could do," I throw the cards at him and storm off the stage. No one says a word they just stare at me as I stomp by them. I continue in my pissed off mood until I reach the next attraction. I sit down grumbling next to a kid I recognized from a class. I couldn't remember his name, but that didn't matter to me.

"Everyone's talking about what you just did," he whispers to me.

I turn and glare at him, "do I know you?"

"I'm Dylan, we had economics together." I knew that's where I knew him from, but I didn't feel like having a long conversation with him. We weren't even friends. He shrugs, "you've probably never spoken to me in your life that's alright though. Just thought I would let you know, people are already talking about your little stunt."

"Miss Avery!" I turn and see Professor Phadenhauer. I roll my eyes facing forward.

"Well, we've spoken now," I say standing up. "Yes Professor?" I ask hiding my annoyance.

"I wish to speak with you," she leads me away from the mock jousting tournament I had decided was a good place to stop, and over towards the river bank.

"I know what this is about and-."

"You do? Please enlighten me."

"I insulted the magician in front of everyone, but let me explain. He-."

"There is no need to explain, how old are you?"

"24," I mumble.

"Exactly 24, not 14. You are to go and apologize to him."

"Professor he-!"

"Do not make me escort you there like you are four."

I put my head down fuming, "yes ma'am," I mumble to her and walk away. I find my way to the magicians tent and find the theater area completely empty. I approach the tent, and clear my throat. "Excuse me?" there's nothing. "Excuse me? Pedro!" I call out. Still nothing. I look around and am about to walk away when I see Professor Phadenhaeur watching me like a hawk. I roll my eyes, and enter. "Hello?" I call softly. There's clutter everywhere, not an inch of the place is absent of some trinket or another. A crystal ball like a fortune teller would have rests on the table. It looks misty, and as I approach there is nothing. As I continue to stare I begin to see blue eyes looking back at my brown ones. I blink and shake my head.

I look around at the rest of the mess that fills the tent. I see a jar, and I approach eyeing it's contents. It looks suspiciously like intestines. "What are you doing?" I start back and bump into the table. I turn quickly steadying it. He catches the crystal ball before it hits the ground.

"I um-," I push my hair back. "I came to apologize for being rude to you."

"What are you a child?"

"No," I say blushing. "I was just doing what I was told."

"So, you do not believe that my magic is real?"

"No, I do not."

"And what if I proved it to you?"

"How are you planning to do that? Read my fortune in the crystal ball?"

He laughs, "little girl, that is not what it is used for. I could bring anyone you wish to see to you."

"Anyone?"

"Except dead people. Well I could but," he shudders. "They are never good coming back, and much harder to send away. Anyone else though."

"Anyone as in characters."

"What kind of characters?"

"TV characters."
"It's doable. Just give me a name," I bite my lip and play with the bracelet on my wrist.

"How about Jamie Lannister?"

"It will be done," I can't help but scoff. "You will see little girl."

"Where is he?" I ask feigning surprise at the Jaime Lannister absent tent.

"He will come in time. Now please leave me."

"Yes, the Magnificent Pedro," I leave quickly, and then look back. I swallow feeling slightly nervous and excited, then shrug it off.

"So, you asked him to send Jaime Lannister?" my best friend Rachel asks.

"Yea," I sip my iced coffee reclining into the seat next to her.

"Jaime Lannister? Why him?"

"Because he's unbelievably attractive, I would fuck him given a chance, and it's impossible to have a fictional character go somewhere. If I had someone that was real, he could pay them or something."

"How would he even know where to send them?"

"I don't know. Maybe that's what's magical about him. Maybe he has a secret stalker side, and he knows where people are."

She laughs, "I think that's called a GPS. Just think though, what would you do if Nikolaj Coster-Waldau showed up at your house tomorrow?"

"Oh my god, I would probably faint, and then offer to fuck him."

"He's married."

"So, that doesn't stop half the people in the world from cheating? Hell, think about all the polygamists."
"You would become a polygamist to sleep with him?"

"Yea," I say rolling my eyes. "Have you seen that body? I mean c'mon," we lapse into silence listening to our own thoughts.

"If he shows up tonight, call me?" she asks startling me out of my thoughts.

"You're leaving?" I follow her off the couch and out to the door.

"Yea, I have work in the morning. I'm covering for some asshole. He's probably not even sick."

"Alright, bye."

"Call me?" I roll my eyes.

"He's not going to show up," I say to her back as she waves good bye.