“Because I'm just that good,” said Tim, flashing a seductive smile through his full, pouty lips. “What else do
you want to do, guys?”
“What do you mean?” asked Paul, feeling a bit nervous about being at the top of this very steep hill outside
town.
“Well, you have a grimoire too,” said Tim. “I've shown you mine – shouldn't you show me yours?”
“I'm not sure I feel comfortable...” Paul started to say.
Evelyn-Tim quickly interrupted.
“Sure thing, Lilith!” said Evelyn-Tim. “C'mon, Paul. Don't be such a baby. Let's show Lilith what we can do,
too.”
“Uh... well, I just don't think...” Paul muttered.
“I'm hungry,” suggested Tim in a dark, sultry voice. “Can you boys magically whip up some lunch for us?”
“I dunno, Lilith,” said Paul. “That seems a bit frivolous...”
“Oh, if he won't then I will!” laughed Evelyn-Tim. “Gimme the book, Paul.”
“But Timmy, you don't know–” Paul started to say.
Evelyn-Tim waved dismissively for him to be quiet.
The real Tim watched in gleeful silence as the evil, old woman inhabiting his old body expertly cast a spell
that worked on its very first attempt – a feat Paul had yet to achieve. From out of thin air, a platter of
hot, juicy cheeseburgers appeared.
“Wow,” said Paul, grabbing hungrily at the plate. “Timmy, that was really great!”
“Don't call me Timmy,” said Evelyn-Tim. “What'd you think Lilith?”
“Not bad for a first-timer,” Tim said truthfully. “Let's see what else you can do.”
“Aren't you guys going to eat?” Paul asked, hamburger grease dribbling down his chin.
“You enjoy yourself, Paul,” Tim said sweetly. “Tim and I are going to try a few more spells.”
“I'm better at this than you, Paul!” laughed Evelyn-Tim.
“So you produced food out of thin air,” said Tim. “But can you walk on air?”
“Huh?” asked Evelyn-Tim. “What do you mean?”
“I brought us to the highest point in a town for a reason,” said Tim cryptically. “Cast a spell and make
yourself fly. Let's see you step off that ledge over there and remain floating in the air.”
“Don't do it,” said Paul with a mouth full of food. “It's way too dangerous, Timmy.”
“Shut up!” snapped Evelyn-Tim. “You're not my mom. Don't tell me what to do... and don't call me Timmy.”
The real Tim smiled quietly.
“Yeah, I think I can do that one as well,” said Evelyn-Tim, overly eager to impress the attractive young girl.
Again, Evelyn-Tim cast a spell. This time, a faint sparkling aura of pale, glowing blue surrounded Tim's old
body. Tim noted that once again the old woman had succeeded right out of the gate. She might not remember her
old life as Evelyn Campbell, but this current incarnation of Evelyn-Tim clearly had a strong, innate
connection with otherworldly, supernatural powers.
Smiling just like a cocky teenage boy, Evelyn-Tim walked to the edge of the steep hill... and stepped off into
nothingness, floating happily in thin air, flashing Paul an arrogant grin of superiority.
“My, you are powerful,” cooed Tim appreciatively. “You'd make a truly mighty sorcerer someday, Tim. I'm very
impressed by your abilities.”
“Hey, what can I say?” grinned Evelyn-Tim, winking confidently at the real Tim. “Some guys got it – and some
don't!”
Evelyn-Tim stood there, still hovering in the air above the outskirts of the tiny city far below. A proud,
masculine smile of accomplished graced her face. She hoped she had suitably impressed the dark haired cutie
she and Paul had just met.
“There's still one thing I don't understand,” said the real Tim. “With such a powerful grimoire in your
possession, why haven't you boys taken over your high school? I mean, if you don't mind my saying it, you both
seem kinda... well... a little nerdy. And you've got something of a social outcast feel about you both. Mind
you, I'm not trying to hurt your feelings. I think you're quite fascinating, Tim... and very powerful. I'm
just wondering why you haven't used your powers to make yourself more popular? Someone like you should be...
oh, I don't know... the prom king, the star athlete, the student body president, and the guy dating the
hottest and luckiest girl in school.”
Tim batted his eyes and smiled sweetly at his old body.
What next?