Doors begin to open up, and line after line of robed figures begin to emerge. Aged wizards, Martonly witches, shifty looking conjurers and more than a few rather underdressed enchantresses all make up this crowd, no doubt on of the largest gathering of magic in the last thousand years.
Now, listen up everyone! I'm sure you know me. I've either learned from or with all of you. So, you know my word is good.
See that portal? I want to safely get to the other side. Whoever can manage this gets... *I raise a large stick* This.
A branch carved from the world tree.
People begin to whisper among themselves. They gather together in groups to discuss the precise wording of spells, ingredients for potions, which demon to annoy for insight and other paltry matters of their method of magic.
Promising...
“She'd become a governess. It was one of the few jobs a known lady could do. And she'd taken to it well. She'd sworn that if she did indeed ever find herself dancing on rooftops with chimney sweeps she'd beat herself to death with her own umbrella.”
― Hogfather