Prologue § Flashback
§-July 29, 1980-§
"-the hell are you to tell me what to do?!"
"I'm the one who organized this whole damn thing!"
"Right, and Emmeline just stood by the sidelines and watched, did she?"
"No-"
"What are you two fighting about now?"
A stately looking witch in a in black robes and an emerald shawl had walked into the room to find two wizards, one with light brown hair wearing a dark blue cloak, one with pitch-black hair wearing forest-green robes, standing about five feet apart and shouting loud enough for the people in the next room to hear them, regardless of the silencing charms surrounding the walls. The witch stopped before them and glared at both of them, her hands on her hips.
"Evan Schlangeheld and Caradoc Dearborn, if we are going to get this done, you two need to learn to cooperate."
They stared at her.
"Emmeline, you do realize you're asking for a miracle, right?"
"For once, Vance, I agree with Schlangeheld."
Emmeline threw her hands in the air in exasperation. "I know perfectly well how you two care about each other, and frankly I don't care. At the moment, you two are acting like four-year-olds fighting over a toy wand."
They stared at her.
"Just get along before I cook pork loaf without magic and force you two to eat it."
Eyes wide, they quickly nodded their consent.
"Now shake hands and say you're sorry."
They stared at her.
"Pork loaf."
Reluctantly, they joined hands, shook quickly while muttering apologies, then quickly moved to opposite sides of the room.
"Good." Satisfied, Emmeline turned to go back downstairs and continue her lunch. Just before she closed the door behind her, she turned and addressed the wizard with brown hair. "And Evan, I was the one who organized this whole thing. You just fought over our arrival date with Caradoc. Now pull yourselves together! We have a lot to accomplish in the next two days..."