“I'm sure,” said Ethan, vowing never to volunteer for any plumbing jobs at the office.
“Sorry to interrupt but could I have the name again please,” said Vortex.
“Rufus Crumble,” said Crumble. “I'm rather hurt you've forgotten if I'm honest.”
“Not yours,” said Vortex. “That magician fellow you told us about.”
“Oh, yes of course. Silly me. Abraham Cadabra.”
“Thank you.” Vortex inclined his head towards Ethan. “Is he always this bad?” he whispered.
“Oh, good grief no. He's usually much worse,” said Ethan. “This is a good day believe me. If he's really bad, you're liable to find him either sitting in the town fountain with his socks on his ears and conducting an invisible orchestra, or wandering about asking the unicorn where it's hidden his floor. It's a bit of a lottery really, but on
