“I look like a bag lady now,” Tim said with a sigh. In the mirror, he saw the disheveled reflection of a dirty,
wild-haired, crazy looking old woman dressed in filthy, garbage-stained clothes. “It's a good thing Evelyn's
daughter and kids aren't here. They'd think I've lost my marbles and have me committed for sure.”
That cinched it for Tim. If he were discovered looking like this right now, he'd wind up spending the rest of
his days in a nursing home, being treated like a seventy-nine year old woman. He had no time to lose and had to
find a reversal spell fast.
Tim set the heavy, leather bound book on a coffee table. It looked to still be in decent shape, although it now
had a few malodorous brownish-green stains on the cover. Tim hoped the interior had held up better. Hoping for
the best, he took a deep breath and flipped the book open to a random page.
“Here goes nothing,” muttered Tim, adjusting the heavy, thick-lensed old lady glasses he now wore. “Let's see if
I can pronounce one of these spells and get something to happen.”
What happens as Tim tries casting a spell?