Apprentice

"I'm sorry, but can't really help you with a restraining order. Both parties will have to agree to the contract, and by the looks of things, I don't think that's possible. Why don't you try the law offices across the street?"

Loisa nodded to the woman as she prepared to leave. The office day was ending, and she planned to close the office a bit early to make way for her new apprentice's training. Why, with the right amount of motivation and hard work, little Mal could become as great as her colleagues in the magical profession, if not greater.

Still, much had to be understood from Anomalis's point of view.

Loisa got up, shook her sleeves a bit, and approached the door to her office. It looked a bit too luxurious for a private office, full of shiny mahogany and carpet, but it was nothing some imitation angora rugs and illusion wood polish couldn't fake.

She opened the door and spotted her apprentice sitting on the end of the row of chairs outside. "Anomalis, good to see you again. Come in, come in, we've only got a few hours of daylight left. Rosetta," she added to her secretary. "You may leave early, just make sure you put the sign to Closed." She beckoned to Mal with a hand to follow her into the office.

“Have a seat, have a seat.” Loisa gestured to one of the two chairs that sat in front of the hardwood desk. He desk had already been cleared right after the woman left the office, leaving the space between apprentice and mentor free.

“I know you’ve been looking for a mentor for some time,” she intoned, her unusually serious gaze piercing the spot between Mal’s eyes. “Sometimes people are honest about it, sometimes people aren’t. So tell me, as honestly as you can, what exactly do you need me to teach you? Why do you need a mentor right now? Don’t worry, these are very important questions.” Though she still looked pensive, an eyebrow was cocked up in amusement, nearly overshooting the top of her glasses.