Monday October 7, 2013

I have been assigned to aid Miss Rose as her campaign manager for a run for treasurer. Apparently, she has managed to shed herself of the demerits I gave her the first day.

This meant I got to wake her this morning to give her the required paperwork, and met with her after school. Apparently she is a friend of Miss Danson; the elder Mr. Danson had been convinced to take my place as campaign manager.

Miss Rose turned him down, and managed to flatter me in the process. I will admit it wasn't unwelcome, and that it impressed me with her ability to stand on her own. I know most would have been run over by the unstoppable Danson personalities, and she managed to hold off two of them.

She then managed to listen to my advice; a Star Wars reference would not have played well among the more magically reared here. I do think she was surprised I understood it. Do I really look that old already? Even a pureblooded mage is raised at least partially in the mundane world, and all three of the original trilogy had been made before I was born. I will admit I had not heard of the prequels until a few years ago, but I respected and admired Obi-wan, and pretended to play with lightsabers as a child, when I could. A Jedi would have been acceptable substitute to being a mage.

And, of course, the music is magnificent.

Her replacement idea wasn't as original, but I believe Miss Rose was trying to play the safe course.


Author's Notes: I have set this story in the current year, as it's the closest year where the dates line up. Grabiner is 30 years old in this story, which means he must have been born in April or later, if he is being literal with the above.

He was raised in a combination of a mundane and magical household - he would have known about magic, but actually lived in the mundane world. No child of the 80's would possibly have been able to be totally ignorant of Star Wars.