This was not a good time… not a good time at all. Everything, everything that James had been taught since day freaking one of training, is that you didn’t talk about being a wizard, or the white council to anyone, now of the white council. And now this… It was absolutely stupid, going on live television, to be the poster boy for the white council. IT didn’t help that he had to close early in order to prepare for this stupid interview. Four hours of chanting, meditation and laying enchantments just so he could sit and talk to some shmoe about magic, and the white council. IT was pointless now though. The Merlin believed that it was best to get on the legal wagon, while we where able to. Didn’t want to be discovered on terms not that of the white council. At least this way, they could be prepared for any backlash. The lights in the room he was sitting in died down suddenly, and a different set came up, shining right into his face. And a man started counting down on his hand from five.
“Good evening and welcome. On tonight’s program we’re going to touch on some of what the new supernatural rights laws, recently passed through to law have brought us as a whole. Tonight our guest is James Cooper a representative of a group calling themselves, the ‘White Council of Wizards’ a group claiming to protect humanity from the perils of dark magic..”
The camera pointing at him clicked on and he did his best not to look awkward on TV offering a small nod to the camera. He was wearing a three piece suit, of dark gray, and wore a steely green vest underneath it, complimentary tie finishing the ensemble. His hands where covered by a pair of gloves. Part of his binding spell, It involved covering as much skin as possible. When the woman addressed him the camera light flicked off and another popped on this one facing the woman.
“Now tell me Mr. Cooper, if the White Council claims to be protectors, why hasn’t anyone heard of them until now?”
James was playing it cool, hands folded before him, and legs cross as he sat. When he spoke his voice came out clear, calm. Carrying the muddled accent he had. “For the same reason, it was only until recent years that the existence of the supernatural was even confirmed… let alone legalized, historically humanity as a whole is not fond of those that can wield the art.”
The woman nodded and glanced down at some cards in her hands. “When you say ‘the art’ are you referring to magic?” the camera panned to James who offered a nod and a “yes.” “Tell us, about magic. Is it a hard skill to learn?”
“It is easily the most difficult thing that I have ever learned to control.” Said with a bit of a smile, he was starting to relax in his seat a bit. ”Not everyone can learn how to do it. Power is inherited, usually from the mother’s side. They usually do not come into that power, until about puberty, which is when the white council will seek them out and give the training needed to control the power at their disposal.”
“So, the white council does seek people out, those that inherit power from their parents. And offer them lessons” the woman paused to laugh a little bit. “Like Hogwarts?”
James smiled again and shook his head. “No unfortunately not, there was not much in the way of entertainment during your time as an apprentice in the council; it is much closer to a military boot camp then a school”
“You said the training was closer to a boot camp. Is the White Council a form of magical army?”
“No, Of course not. The council is more of a brotherhood, then a military body. In fact, many wizards are not even skilled in combat magic.”
“Combat magic? There are different kinds? Magic is not simply magic?”
The wizard adjusted a bit, looking from the woman to the camera for a moment and then back. “Yes, and no… magic in its raw form is sort of like a blank bit of paper, It is really up to the user to decide what that gets turned into. Wizards, just like anyone else have their strengths and weakness.”
“What are some of your strengths?”
“Well…” another smile from the wizard before he went on. “ I am a defensive magic specialist, shields, wards and the like… I specialize in entropy curses”
“Entropy Curses?”
“An Entropy curse is… well when a wizard channels magic through to a purpose we call it a spell, But, if one is used toward a purpose that is meant to inflict harm upon another, we refer to it as a curse… Entropy curses, are powerful spells that aim towards bringing death, and they do so by causing chaos, ever hear a story about a person who has died through causes seemingly impossible? It was probably an Entropy Curse.”
“and you specialize in those?” a hint of apprehension in the womans voice as she asked that question.
“ You misunderstand, I specialize in counteracting them, you see, regardless of its name, Chaos really is not as chaotic as one might think, If one is able to observe their surroundings well enough and divine from that the most likely way one can get hurt, or killed through a random act of violence. Then it is not hard to mathematically deduce the next possible thing, and so on, and so on.”
“So you’re saying that you are able to predict the future?”
“No, of course not, I’m saying that where I to feel the stirrings of a curse around me, I would be able to prevent it from causing harm by simply preventing it from finding an outlet through which to cause pain.”
“Hm, that is fascinating. I notice that you only use the term Wizard, what of witches? Or are there women allowed on the council?”
“Oh no, There are many Female members of the council many of those are among the most skilled, but they are also referred to as Wizards, Witches are an entirely different class of magic user. We do not know much about them, but we assume they are those that grew into their talent, and where not discovered by the council. Schooled by other means and kept from a dark path.”
“Facinating, fascinating… you spoke of being kept from the dark path, what do you mean by that?”
“Well, remember what I said about magic being a blank piece of paper? Well, with all of the wonderful things you can do with it, there are those who would, kill with it, or enslave the mind of a rival. Doing such can begin to alter the mind, bring about more basic emotion, usually rage. If the council becomes aware of this, the Warlock is taken into custody.” And usually killed, but he didn’t say that.
“Interesting, interesting… Could you do a bit of magic for us?”
“No, unfortunately, no… you see, Magic interferes with electronics, the only reason I’ve been able to sit here, is because I’ve laid several enchantments upon my clothing that prevents it fizzling out your cameras.”
“Of course, of course… which Brings me to my next question… where are your clothes?”
That question caused a furrowed brow, and James looked down to see he wasn’t wearing any clothes. Shock on his face, shock and surprise. His eyes scanned around the room, to see many pairs of eyes on his body. And James shut his eyes tight willing himself away, only to open then again and see himself still there.
“damnit.” Once again he closed his eyes, and thought happy awake thoughts and when he opened them again, he was in his room, laying in his bed. Safe and sound from those evil nudity nightmares." Can't I just have one dream, about being famous... where I get to keep my pants on?"
The surly Wizard rose from his bed, and gave a flixk of his wrist, bringing the oil lamp on his wall to life. blue eyes wandering his room as he rose. headed down to get some water. "Or at the very least, If I could have a dream without pants... at least have it be with a beautiful woman or something." his presence, and a sharp glance at the lamp in the kitchen caused it to burst to life. and he opened his Ice box. a real good old fashioned ice box. they where common in wizarding households. he liked the Brita water pticher. and he drank directly from the clear plastic pitcher.
"Of course any beautiful woman would think you where crazy, talking to yourself... Quiet you, I'll not have you badmouthing me. What I do in my own house is my business... Just saying is all, you really shouldnt have a conversation with yourself." Touché self... in his defense it was still great and early in the AM. he put the pitcher back intot he ice box and shuffled back into his room ploping face first back into bed.
