I want a Maserati Ghibli. No, not the new one. Not even the second one. The original. Just like this one. But there’s a problem. I worry about the man I would become if I actually got behind the wheel.
Every town has a wizard. It’s been true since at least the medieval era, and it continues today. They don’t wear robes and pointy hats anymore, so they’re harder to identify. And they don’t conjure dragons or turn townspeople into newts anymore, but they are still able to make ridiculous…