The Wizard's Robes

'I'm a wizard,' I said.

'Oh, really?' She didn't look that impressed. 'I suppose those are your wizard's robes, then?'

'Yes.'

'What's that?' she pointed.

'That's my wizard's staff.'

'Yeah, right.'

'Really.'

'So, if you are a wizard, then, where is your pointed hat.'

'It's a metaphor.'

'What?'

'The pointed hat, and the staff – they're euphemisms.'

'What, you mean?' she pointed.

'I nodded.

'Show me.'

'Pardon?'

'Show me.'

'Are you sure... I mean we hardly know each other.'

'You say you are a wizard, and you know what I am. It's not as if I haven't seen one before, whatever name you give it, or what you claim it is a metaphor for.... Although, in my experience they are more magic wand than wizard's staff.'

I pulled the robe over my head and let it float to the floor.

'Now....'

I could see she was impressed.

'Now, that is a staff, definitely not a wand.'

'I know spells.' I grinned.

'If my boyfriend had one like that he wouldn’t now be my ex-boyfriend.' She smiled at me.

'Your turn,' I said.

'Prepare yourself,' she smiled as she took a few steps towards me. 'I know some real magic.'