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“Hold the fuck up,” Margo said. “You’re the mother of that thing?” Her statement went ignored as the creature walks into the living room towards its mother.   There were six people in the room. An Indian woman dressed in a knee length white with navy polka-dotted dress stands in the middle of the seating area beckoning her child to come to her. A Japanese woman with shoulder length hair, wearing a beige plaid jacket and green suit pants sits on one of the couches watching with a serious face as she cleans out the underside of her finger nails. She leans against the right side of a Middle Eastern man with a bushy

As Josh stops in the pickup lane, Margo enters his car, unaware of who he is, but as they drive to her next destination, the scenery around them begins to morph into another place. A place familiar to the both of them. In confusion, Margo curses at Josh for taking them to the wrong address, but as she yells, memories flood their minds like fog lifting and they can see as clear as a summer day. They know each other. They are friends. Magicians. They look at their surroundings once more and see that they are at a school—their school—Brakebills. They hastily leave the car and head to the Physical Kids cabin. Alice, trapped in a pris