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Set the Stage: Chicago Sports Night
A college basketball game wasn't really the sort of thing Haley usually showed up for. She wasn't, strictly speaking, much of a sports fan. Too much else to worry about. College sports, particularly local ones, were even lower on the scale than your typical one on television-- not that she could watch those, anyway.
But she had to pay the bills, and she was here as a consultant. A hundred bucks for a couple hours watching some kids play and assuring her client that there wasn't actually any magic going on was an easy hundred bucks. So she'd found herself a seat as far from the electronic scoreboard and announcer's booth, reined in her magic as best she could, and even bought a cheap little churro from the kids selling them for fund raisers or whatever it was. All she cared about was it was food, it was hot, and it was tasty enough to distract her from how stupid it was to expect magic in sports.
Except there was magic going on. She'd never actually seen anyone use magic on a basketball court before, or really in any other sport to be honest, but that's definitely what was going on. Nobody else really seemed to notice. "Great, now I gotta talk to the kid," she muttered, and slipped out before halftime-- to the squeal of a speaker trying to die, as she walked past-- to loiter outside the locker room and wait for wonder boy to come out, after the game. She might've looked a little creepy in the college hallway, in her long black coat and port pie hat, but at least she didn't have her staff or blasting rod or anything. That would just have looked weird.
But she had to pay the bills, and she was here as a consultant. A hundred bucks for a couple hours watching some kids play and assuring her client that there wasn't actually any magic going on was an easy hundred bucks. So she'd found herself a seat as far from the electronic scoreboard and announcer's booth, reined in her magic as best she could, and even bought a cheap little churro from the kids selling them for fund raisers or whatever it was. All she cared about was it was food, it was hot, and it was tasty enough to distract her from how stupid it was to expect magic in sports.
Except there was magic going on. She'd never actually seen anyone use magic on a basketball court before, or really in any other sport to be honest, but that's definitely what was going on. Nobody else really seemed to notice. "Great, now I gotta talk to the kid," she muttered, and slipped out before halftime-- to the squeal of a speaker trying to die, as she walked past-- to loiter outside the locker room and wait for wonder boy to come out, after the game. She might've looked a little creepy in the college hallway, in her long black coat and port pie hat, but at least she didn't have her staff or blasting rod or anything. That would just have looked weird.