"Belezor's Wizarding Hotline, how may I help you today?"
Through the crystal ball, Azira could see a young man in singed robes crouching behind an overturned table. Flashes of color were visible through the slats in the table, with occasional bursts of magic spilling into view above or to the side of it. Whatever was going in back there was kicking up a lot of wind, judging by the way the young man's robes and hair were whipping about. He had no hat, and Aziza's lip curled slightly in involuntary disgusting. Not being able to keep ahold of his hat showed that this wannabe wizard was practically a lost cause already- if he'd even managed to bring one in the first place.
"Oh thank the gods, I finally got through," the young man said, flinching as another burst of magic slammed against the table. "How do I turn off a spell?"
"What school was the spell you were trying to cast?"
"Uh, Conjuration. I think."
Azira nodded as she typed the info into her computer. That tracked with what she was able to see.
"Okay, so all you'll need to do is adjust the output flow on your Manawhit Transponder to zero, and then-"
"My what?"
Azira blinked. Surely any self-respectg wizard had one. "Your Manawhit Transponder? Or should have been the first thing you set up while assembling your spell circle."
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
Azira groaned internally. This was going to be complicated.
