A Scripta

Grim kicked off his sneakers as he stood at the entrance to the x-ray scanner at the airport. His carry on contained a change of clothes, a couple of paperbacks, and an iPod. Lue had pretty much the same. The two of them knew they couldn't bring weapons, so Grim had left his scythe at home. He felt naked without it, and patted his side nervously looking for it. Grim didn't think he could override the scanning machine or the x-ray machine with a glamour, so he didn't want to take the chance of bringing it. Grim passed through with a beep at his waist - the buttons to his jeans. Lue also kicked off his slip-ons and passed through the scanning machine a couple of beeps that were easily explainable and found.

The two men claimed their backpacks and headed into the terminal. "We still have about an hour. Want to eat something?"

Lue shook his head.

"Don't like flying?"

"I like it better than the teleporting."

"Yeah. We can get to know each other and exchange iPods." He glanced at the concession stands. "Well, I'm getting something."

After a cheeseburger and a small Coke, they boarded the plane. Since they had first class, they boarded after the disabled (one didn't look all that disabled, but was adamant). A couple of other people were in jeans, but most of them were in tailored suits, and a couple with a boy about 10 years old also boarded with them. Both men had a book and their iPod in hand and they stowed their carry ons above. They settled in, Grim at the window, and Lue at the aisle.

About an hour and a half later, they were in the air. Grim watched the takeoff gleefully from his window, while Lue stared straight ahead. A little while later, they each had something to drink. Lue stuck with bottled water while Grim had his regular Coke. In front of them was a TV, and Lue fiddled with it noticing that they had a multitude of channels to pick from.

"Master Grim," Lue said, "how did you learn magic, anyway?"

Grim turned to him, closing his book. "It's a long story..."