Phones Under Lock and Key

Wednesday. I tried to get a scrying mirror past the gate today. A small one, up my sleeve, the sort a sorcerer uses to watch a room he is not in.

The gamesmaster found it at once and put it in a locker, next to a great many mobile phones and a smartwatch that was still counting somebody’s steps. Nothing that records goes into the sanctum, it seems. Not phones, not cameras, not watches, not mirrors. The lockers cost nothing, which I suppose is generous of them.

I then asked whether I might join the next class in disguise. I was told that every session belongs to one booking alone, and nobody is ever added to another family’s class. The students queued behind me looked relieved.

I also learned that nobody who has been drinking anything stronger than lemonade is let in at all. I have never touched a drop. A sorcerer needs a clear head for losing.