Batimaeus
I watched as the boy blushed and turned away from me. Then, I became a cat and rested at the foot of his bed.
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"Nathaniel! NATHANIEL! NAAATTTHHHAANNNIIIEEELLL!" I said, becoming rather impatient.
Nathaniel opened his eyes with a glare. "What? I was sleeping."
"I know that. I've been trying to wake you up for the past five minutes." I said, pointing at his alarm clock.
"Oh no!" he said. "I overslept!" He got up and started to get dressed in his magician clothes.
"What are you getting dressed for anyway?" I asked, taking Ptolemy's form and resting up against a wall.
"I have a job, you know." he said, pulling off his shirt and reaching for one that lay on the ground.
"A job?" I said. "You barely look ten; how can you have a job?"
"Simple: I have a powerful master and I saved the Prime Minister." he said, putting on a jacket and adjusting his cuffs. "I work is Internal Affairs; I'm the assistant to Julius Tallow, who's the head of Internal Affairs."
"Taking the same route as Underwood, are we?" I said. "Is this out of guilt?"
Nathaniel blushed. "Of course not..." he said. "This has nothing to do with Underwood... My new master suggested I join."
"Mmhhh..." I said, raising my eyebrows at him.
"Who cares if it was out of guilt?" he muttered. "I have to get to work in ten minutes or I'll be late!"
"What am I supposed to do while you're gone?" I asked, changing the subject.
"That's obvious." the boy sneered. "Spy on my master." He finished tying his shoes and ran out of his room.
"Well." I said to myself. "Let's go see what my old friend Jessica is up to."
Nathaniel
I ran out of the room with out another word to Batimaeus, grabbed an orange out of the fruit bowl, and walked out into the streets of London. I looked at my watch. I'm going to be late! I thought, throwing the orange on the street and fast walking to the Parliament building.
"It's about time." said Clive Jenkins, the secretary to Julius Tallow.
"I'm three minutes early." I said, scowling at him.
"Yeah, whatever." he said, getting out of his chair and out of the office.
What a rude and jealous man. I thought.
Batimaeus
What a boring lunch date. I thought, watching Jessica from a couple yards away. All they're talking about is politics and magic and demons they've had in the past...
"To us." said the man Jessica was dining with. They then clinked glasses and stared into each others eyes.
Well. I thought. This isn't a business lunch date. This is a date.