CAST A SPELL: 2d6: 2+2+1=5 On a miss: backfire. Drop your wand

One of the guys - a square-shouldered, husky fellow of average height with shifty eyes - keeps looking back and forth between you and Aegidius, before finally focusing on you. "So, uh, sister and her friends sharing a lent flat together for the holiday? I don't mean to pry, but.. what sort of school was Mr. Weber teaching in? I mean, Ralph said he'd shared some really wild foreign films so I sprang for case of Stella."

"Oh fuckin' hell yes," Kinzie says in a low voice. But then she clears her throat. "I mean..." she makes an effort to put on the more polite persona she usually uses when she hasn't been rattled, "...it's been a long day, is all. I could use a half-pint to take the edge off."

"I don't recall offering." he says while Felice does her usual sexy-wave routine at Ralph and the others. "and don't get any ideas, because I don't intend to get my arse hauled in for giving any to unsupervised secondary schoolers."

Kinzie scrunches up her face, quickly abandoning her attempt to be charming. "And I don't intend to be talked down to by some nugget with a face like a bulldog licking piss off a nettle." she says, and the guy who'd spoken does a surprised double take, laughing nervously. Kinzie continues. "I'm 18, so're the other three, so share the foockin' beer."

Much as you want to avoid a confrontation you're about to upbraid the young freckled witch for being so rude and hostile to the guests. But the young men don't seem bothered by her insults and just laugh them off. You remember that Kinzie was a mundane-born herself. Perhaps people from her kingdom are just expected to act like barbarians.

"I'm curious as well, Eddie," Ralph says, putting a hand on his shoulder. "I don't recall you ever saying you were a teacher."

"It is a small private university." Aegidius says. "Boarbristle Academy.... I do not think you will have heard of it."

"I want a beer too." you say sardonically, looking at Aegidius with a mix of smug vindication and scorn. Then your eyes flick back to the strangers. "I am 20, is that enough for the laws in this kingdom?"

A third man, wearing a half-open suit stained with sweat, with medium-long brown hair, slaps the guy who'd been talking. "Come off it, Jerry." he speaks in a more neutral accent than the others. "We're the guests, remember? If we run out, there must be more liquour stores than bathrooms in this part of London, we'll get some more." He and the last one, a tall black guy wearing slacks and a sweater, go to retrieve the beer. You recall that Milly is still upstairs and if anyone needs to be warned of the potential for trouble here, it's her. "Brother," you say to him, "would you please come have a word with me upstairs with our mutual friend?"

"Yes, I should-"

"Hold on, at least let the guys introduce themselves first!" Ralph says. "Miss Fran?" Aegidius gets trapped in handshaking but you don't and go upstairs.

At the end of the hall you can hear the television playing in one of the rooms. You try it, but it's locked.

"Noooo..." you hear Milly hiss at you from around the corner, startling you and making you jump. "Your brother said not to let anyone go in there! He was shaking me like a rag doll when he said it." she whispers. "What are those voices down th-EEK!"

She yelps in surprise as you pull her into a nearby room. "Milly!" you say loudly at her. "The mundane owner of this house and a few other oafs just walked in here. They knew Aegidius was here and... I think they know he's a wizard. They called him one."

"Oh! Oh, damn! Damn!" Milly says, her eyes widening. She reaches into her jacket and pulls out her cherrywood (naturally) wand. "Does that mean we have to kill everyone?" she asks in her usual awkwardly-earnest voice.

Your jaw drops and you stare goggle-eyed at her.

"Whaaaat?" Milly asks in a whining tone of voice. "I mean, certainly not the kid." You have quite a talent for withering expressions and you're giving her one of your best. "Don't stare at me like that, I don't know what the laws our in this country. Where I'm from, the Masonic Lodge is very strict about keeping the secrecy of magic!" She sighs and looks at her feet. "This must be because I didn't fix their special box fast enough, now they're gonna hang us. My father says that's what mundanes do."

"I would like to see them try!" you huff proudly. "But nevermind, it won't come to that. I am going to chase them off so I can demand and explanation by Eddy. They seem concerned that they might be breaking some kind of law, so I'm going to turn your clothes into those of one of this strange city's law enforcement officers."

"How do you know what those look like?" Milly asks.

"Kinzie started cursing at one of them randomly on the walk back, remember?" you point out. "Anyway. Hold still."

"But wait a..." Milly raises her arm right as your raise your own wand to cast. Her surprised flinch, with the wand in her hand, leads her to reflexively counterspell you as you start to speak. There is a loud 'WHUMP!' noise as your wand flies from your hands and rolls onto the floor. Looking down, you can see it's glowing red hot. "YOU IDIOT!" you shout at her as you get down on your knees. Milly gasp. "I'm sorry, I'll... wait, I saw there was a sink in this little side room here, I'll get some water...!" she ducks in the door as much to avoid your angry glare as anything.

You get down on your knees and start blowing on your wand, trying to cool it off. After a minute of that, you hear a cough from behind you.

Looking over your shoulder, you notice it's the dark skinned guy from downstairs, who has his hands on the side of the door frame. Belatedly, you realize that because of Felice messing with your outfit, he'd easily been able to see up your skirt since he'd been there, with you bent over on your knees. You try to pull your skirt down far enough to hide your panties as your pale, delicate rump waggles enticingly (quite by accident), but that isn't possible.

"...is everything alright? That was a hell of a boom." he says uncertainly.

"It's fine, it's nothing, but I need to find me... I need to pick up..." You continue desperately trying to pick up the wand but you'll surely burn yourself if you do.

You bite your lip. You awkwardly sit down on your side so you aren't flashing him anymore, but you still think you may be giving that man the wrong impression. Feeling naked without your wand (nevermind your now overly-skimpy clothes) you tremble nervously as the mundane man steps closer.

But then, the bathroom door bursts open and you hear an unfamiliar voice demand: "Hey! What are you doing in here? This is Francisca's room."