“Yellow envelope. That can only mean one thing?” I say as Houston waves the envelope in the air.
“Weird they sent it to the house and not the shop, isn’t it?”
“Probably some passive-aggressive reason for it. Nobody in the Colleges of High Magic would send formal correspondence to the home through the U.S. Post Office. Open it up. I’m sure it’s an approval.”
He opens the envelope. “Surprise! It’s an approval!”
I offer an exaggerated gasp of false shock. “Is there a date or location or anything?”
“No, their form looks completely different from ours.” He hands me the form.
“And people wonder why traditionalists still roll their eyes at the so-called Colleges of Advanced Studies.” Houston’s Rank Five Trials approval from the College of Evocation included a formal letter from the Chancell
