As the blaze cascaded from my palms, I felt immediate regret, as well as third degree burns. “Hot hot hot hot!” The life of a wizard is no walk in the park. I prefer to hover, anyway. My bread sufficiently toasted, and my hands recovering with an ice pack, I perused the morning newspaper. The local baseball team had won. This came as no surprise, as I was present when some mysterious errors had occurred. My magic was not very practical in important matters, however. After years in a dead end job, I wished I could disappear. So I did.