Since I was an apprentice, and thus legally not fully responsible for my magical actions, they sat me in the waiting room, freeing me from the handcuffs after a pat-down.
"Nothing on her," the guy who patted me down said. "She took all of them out before surrendering. Nice things she has, too. Look at these toys," he said, dangling the small knife I kept in my belt. "Looks like a girl's toy weapon."
"That's because it is," the leader said, grabbing the knife and putting it into a bag.
I sighed. I wasn't ever going to get these knives, either.
Being arrested is quite ruinous, let me tell you.
Grandpa and the Major came rushing in, with Jack in tow. I wonder who told him. Grandpa, despite giving us his blessing, wouldn't have called. I wasn't allowed a single call; they ask me for the p
