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Class was out on the lawn again today. The muggy, hot, summer lawn. Not that Bob was bothered by the temperature.

"Well!" He clapped his hands together. "I hope you've all had a fun time and learned a bit about what magic can and can't do for you. I realise that mostly we've been using spelled objects or illusions, but for our last class, I won't be the one supplying any of it. Well, except for these."

He nodded at the box Anders had set in front of him, which this time contained ten flags - five red and five blue, each on a stake about two feet long. "You'll be in teams for this one." He mimed cutting the class in half and shoving them apart. "Red team, your leader is Anders. Blue team, yours is Elsa." The colours were completely unintentional, naturally. "The object of the game is to capture all the other team's flags. You can't outright hide your own, but you can make them difficult to find."

He grinned and nodded at Elsa and Anders, then cheerfully turned to the rest of the class. "Mind the cold!"

Didn't every summer class want to end with a massive snowball fight?

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"Me too!" Lottie exclaimed, then frowned. "You don't sound like you're from Yorkshire."

Admittedly, the accent had likely changed over the centuries.

Bob sighed. "I'm from Yorkshire around the year 900. I didn't grow up speaking modern English. Where are you from?"

He sort of figured the "of Bainbridge" in his name answered that for him.

Yeah, but that could be any Bainbridge. Or just his last name, like a van der Whosit.

"Tackleford. Suppose you might not know it, seein as you're ancient and all."

Though it was home to a surprising amount of ancient magical infrastructure!

Bob shrugged. "Sorry; don't know it. Maybe it came later, maybe it doesn't exist in my world."

"It might be called somethin different," Lottie guessed. "I been discovering all sorts of differences from my world and other people's."

"Oh? Like what?" Bob asked curiously.

Though, protip: Bob probably hadn't heard of Nirvana, either.

"My world has things like wendigos and devil bears," Lottie said. "And the Beetles. Which isn't the Beatles, but better."

Even Bob had to have noticed the Beatles, right?

"Mine's got wendigos and devils and bears; never heard of devil bears. And...the Beatles but not the Beatles?" Bob wasn't hearing the difference.

There really wasn't one to hear, just from the name. "Judy, Paula, Georgina, and Ringo. The fabulous four! And my friends Shauna and Mildred tried to adopt a juvenile wendigo thinking it was a dog, but he got kidnapped by an exotic animal collector. He had this weird chicken person thing, too." Lottie shuddered. "It was WELL DISTURBING."

"Mm. We had John -" Bob started, then got derailed. "Adopt it? Wendigos are deadly!"

"Only if you're a yak," Lottie said. "And anyway, he was a juvenile and well protective of them."

Wendigos in her world SUPER didn't work the way they did in other worlds.

"Protective of yaks?" Bob was thoroughly confused.

Lottie laughed delightedly. "You're funny."

Bob gave her an incredulous look. "Wendigo - a spirit creature native to the Americas, able to manifest physically but more prone to possessing human beings, particularly those who've previously engaged in cannibalism. May also be summoned as the result of a curse. Characterized by incredible savagery and an insatiable hunger for human flesh. Your friend wanted to adopt one, and I'm funny?"

Lottie shook her head. "That's not what a wendigo is at all. A wendigo is like a yeti only from Canada. It's big and fluffy and endangered and eats yaks."

Bob registered the difference with a shake of his head. "So, what was yours protective of, then?"

"Shauna and Mildred." Duh. "When they tried to adopt him. He defended Shauna's stepdad's van from hooligans and everythin!"

"Ah, I see." He thought. "So what happened to it, then?"

"He was dog-napped by an exotic animal hunter and we broke in to rescue him and released all his animals including the baby eating choo choo bear thing which wanted to eat Shauna because of her drooly baby brother smell all over her and it almost got us but then a Japanese robot dog head spaceship showed up and zapped it and we escaped. And then the RSPCA came and said Archie was a juvenile wendigo and took him back to Canada."

Weren't you glad you asked, Bob?

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