Thordric’s brow creased as he gazed at his notes, flicking through them with annoyance. He’d been working on his dishwashing spell for weeks, and though he’d cracked the first part to make the plates clean themselves after he’d finished eating, getting the magical lacquer to stick to plates that didn’t come from the Wizard Council was proving far more difficult than he’d first thought.
Unfortunately, it was the lacquer that made the spell work. It was composed of a special powder that, upon detection of cold waste substances, would force them all up into a great floating mass of muck which then levitated itself into the nearest waste bin. Both practical and entertaining, Thordric had thought, but without a way to make the lacquer stick to normal plates, there was no way anyone other than
