Wizard's Reunion
Note: This is an entry into The Friday Challenge. The man was short, wearing gray robes with a wizard's cap. He was chewing on a cigar. He muscled the cart into the ballroom, swearing under his breath. Once it was through the door, he pulled a wand from his pocket. One quick flourish, and the tables and chairs scattered themselves across the room. A banner floated up the wall and hung itself from hooks--"Welcome! Reunion! Class of 204!" it proclaimed. His work done, he snapped his fingers; a flame appeared at his fingertips, and he lit the cigar from it. He let out a deep sigh, knowing the kind of mess he'd have to clean up when this was all over... Albus frowned at him over the top of his brandy snifter. "You changed your name?" "That's right," Emrys said. "Too many legends and conflicting reports. Everyone wanted to know where the damn sword ended up at. I didn't have the heart to tell them the kid traded it for a night ...