Routine

A DAY IN THE LIFE OF A MAGICIAN

Antony woke up at 3AM in his old apartment. He owned it from the day he finished school, 137 years ago. Since then, that was his favorite place to stay.

He dressed up quickly in his black clothes and asked the night-owls to play his favorite song. Meanwhile, he prepared meal for his pets, one thing where magic couldn’t help him. Rapidly, he divided it carefully so that no wolf nor dinosaur should remain without, or worse, get something different than his menu. Around eight, he finished his chores and went shopping in his favorite supermarket, on the Dark Side of the Alley. He bought, as usual, elf-meat and troll-blood and as soon as he got home, he had to run on the broom at work. As a child, Antony always wanted to be a famous sorcerer in the real world, but nobody, except the small kids, believed in magic anymore, so that he hired himself at a local circus where he represents daily some easy tricks for children. People tend to be scared by his look and when he walks on the streets, there’s always nobody around. At half past eight, Antony arrived home exhausted. He throwed himself in bed, sometimes even with his clothes on, and fell instantly asleep.

The next day, Antony woke up at 3AM in his old apartment and ticked in his calendar that another day had gone by.