eleven
Wizards could be really stupid.
Kim was a fan of Tradition With A Capital T, of doing cool things just for the time-honored sake of doing cool things. She enjoyed pomp and circumstance and all the trappings that came with belonging to an ancient, secret order. She liked putting on a solemn face and moving through the rituals while internally geeking out about all of it, because being a wizard was awesome at times.
But it could also surround her with morons.
She shifted uncomfortably in her itchy dress robe, a weird and dusty construction of black velvet and lilac silk that someone had unearthed somewhere just for this purpose. She felt like she should be walking across a stage, where another oddly-dressed individual would hand her a diploma. Only, she doubted her alma mater woul
