“Can you smell chocolate?”
“What? No.” Charlie frowned, “I was trying to explain how magic has evolved, pay attention.”
Elizabeth paused. She sniffed at the air.
Charlie continued, “People still think of magic as it was in the middle ages.”
“I’m sure of it.” Elizabeth muttered. “I can. Now I really want chocolate.”
Charlie took hold of her chin and examined her eyes. He sighed and looked upwards.
“Hey, you,” he shouted at the rooftops. “Not this one.”
The wind carried soft laughter, and a swish like a fishing line being recast.
“It’s gone,” Elizabeth sniffed. “What were you saying?”