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Rory tried to figure out if what his friend was telling him was the truth. The pair had been inseparable since they were kids and, between a brief childhood crush and living together in college, he felt that he knew his friend fairly well. He could never be funny enough to put a ruse like this together, unless he had suddenly developed a different sense of humour.
“So, you’re a wizard,” Rory said, testing the words on his tongue. They sounded ridiculous. He wasn’t sure if it was the summer heat caused by the lack of any air conditioning, but he suddenly felt nauseous.
“I’m part of a council of wizards,” Toby corrected. “They think that I’m a wizard. They’re all over a century old, so any programmer looks like a sorcerer to them.”
Rory felt lightheaded. He really wished the intense heat hadn’t zapped all of his processing power. A cold breeze would have been a welcomed gift at a time like this. He made a mental note to finally learn how to book air conditioning services for Canberra suburbs later.
Slowly, through the brain fog, he managed to put two and two together. “How long ago did we see that job ad?”
“A while,” Toby said, waving nonchalantly. Rory felt hurt, but he had always understood that his friend was a private person. It was what made them balance each other out so well. “It was about a year ago, whilst you were finding gas heating technicians near Canberra.”
Rory tried to focus on the emergency at hand instead of considering how many months of lies his friend had weaved. “What happens if they find out you’re not a wizard?”
“They’ll destroy me, probably. Being a part of the council is kind of a life contract,” Toby said with a shaky voice. “The head wizard is already suspicious of me and my car broke down on the way into the office this morning. Unless I can think of a reason I didn’t just teleport to the council meeting, his suspicions will only get worse.”
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