Zag's face was screwed up so tightly that his cheeks trembled, but no matter how hard he concentrated, the basket of laundry remained defiantly unaffected.
"Dammit!" swore the young mage, tossing his staff aside and swooping across the room to his spellbooks. He flipped through the pages in frustration. "What am I doing wrong?"
There was a knock at the door. "Honey, are you okay in there?"
"I'm fine, mom!" replied Zag. "I just can't get this laundry spell working is all."
"Well maybe if you folded it by hand instead of trying those silly magic tricks, you'd have finished by now!" The door opened and Zag's mother strode in. She put her hands on her hips and gave him a look."Is this what you've been playing with?" she said, picking up the discarded staff.
"Mom! Don't touch my stuff! That's a highly unstable magical conduit!"
"Now look, sweetie, you know I don't mind you tinkering with the primal forces of the universe, but is it too much to ask for you to at least keep your room tidy?"
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