Billobi sat alone in the attic, with a flickering candle as his only source of light. He reached down into the large, open trunk in front of him, and pulled out a small sheet of paper. Upon further inspection, he realised it was a fragment of youth, a reminder from a more naïve period of his life: it was from his school-days.
He dug deeper in the trunk and found the rest of the book from which the sheet came: a book of selected exercises to the course Grammar Magic. Skimming through it, vague memories of boring calculations and Hagberg models surfaced, but nothing more.
"Bill?" a warm voice from downstairs sounded. "Dear?"
"Up here", Billobi answered. "Attic."
"Just don't hit your head, dear. Again."
"I won't, Ana."
"My brother will be here any minute, just so you know."
He returned to the small booklet, and read until he heard the front door open and close.
"Bill, dear? Thomas is here now."
"I'm coming, I'm coming."
He closed the book and returned it to the trunk, and managed to bump his head into the low ceiling before climbing down.
This little booklet is a piece of lore from the world of Rustfoot. If you ever went to the school of Badgerbrough to study magic - you have probably already read it!
It's licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License.
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