Today's Word: Pastiche


Larry brushed a lock of unruly dark hair out of his eyes revealing his thunderbolt-shaped scar. With a sinking heart, he raised his wand -- the one with the sphinx eye and wyvern scale center -- as the boogie-blight circled overhead, stealing all the joy from the world.

"Inconceivablous!" shouted Larry, with a flick of the wand.

The boogie-blight yelped as a ray of pure, white light struck him. Then he fell to the floor of the Chamber of Enigmas, dead.

"Bloody hell, Larry," said Lon. "Where'd you learn that?"

Larry shrugged. Could he really tell his best friend Lon about his secret classes with Professor Smartybore?

"I know where he learned it," said Dido with a prim turn of her nose.

"You do?" asked Larry, concerned.

"Of course. That was the inconceivablous incantation. We studied it two years ago at 8:15AM on a Thursday in Professor McMonical's class." Dido frowned when the boys looked mystified. "Honestly, I think you two never listen."



-- david j.