Fly Through, Drive Through | #TimsColdBrewStories

Fly Through, Drive Through

Three wizards sat on the back of a broom. During their journey it was guaranteed they would make a pit stop at least twice—you see, running from the law is tiring. 

"Theodide, land here," Said the youngest. He stood out in contrast to the two others, not only because of his age but also his clothes. While they donned long velvet robes, he wore a simple white T-shirt and a pair of jeans. 

"Here?" Theodide asked, "Emmanuel, I highly doubt-"

Emmanuel waved a hand, "Theo, relax man. We can convert the broom into a car, no one will see us."

"Emmanuel, are you sure?" The third wizard, Marigold, fixed him with a stare.

"What did I say earlier, call me Manny. Anyways, we know how to perform memory wipe spells, right?"

Manny was indeed experienced with them. As a child he lived among non-magical people—his parents being secret-wizard-ambassadors. He had hankering for wild and impulsive spells... which resulted in many memory-charms.

Theodide glanced down at the building. A billboard caught his eye, brandishing the words NEW COLD BREW COFFEE!  Underneath there was a sign that read Tim Hortons.

He adjusted his spectacles. "What's a...Tim Hor-toon?"

"Tim Hortons," Manny corrected, "sells food n'drinks, I personally recommend getting an ice-cap."

With much hesitation, Theodide steered the broom to the drive-in. Marigold tapped her finger along the side of the broom and in immaculate speed, it morphed into a neon-pink car.

"Right, 'cause now we'll really blend in," Manny grumbled. 

Sparks shot out of Theodide's wand and the car motored to the order lane. Inexperienced with drive-throughs, he asked, "So how exactly do-"

But he was cut off by the speaker box. "Welcome to Tim Hortons!"

Theodide's bushy white eyebrows raised in surprise. "What sorcery is this!"

"You're supposed to tell them what you want." Manny stage-whispered.

"Ah, yes I see." Theodide looked out the window again, "HELLO! I WOULD-"

"You don't have to yell!" Manny hissed. "They can hear you perfectly fine. Now I'm sure that the police will be able to locate us. Get your crosswords ready for jail, but buy me an ice-cream first."

"Sorry, erm... yes I'd like an iced-chap, and by any chance do you have Eye-of-Newt-Whisky..."

"Sir, this is a Tim Hortons. If this is some sort of joke-"

"But you sell drinks, surely you'd have Eye of...Newt...Whisky?" His voice trailed off at the waving of hands from Manny.

"They sell normal drinks, not MAGIC ones!" Manny hissed.

"Ah! Yes, scratch that order..." the old wizard's eyes drifted up to the billboard. "I'll take three Cold-Brew-Coffee's."

And while Manny was slightly upset about the disregard for his ice cream order, he didn't feel this way for long.

The moment the velvety cool taste of the cold-brew hit his tongue, he sighed in pure joy—everyone did. It didn't even matter that Theodide tried to pay with his Bank-of-Salem debit card. These marvelous drinks came first, and any memory-erasing could be taken care of later.

It tasted like pure magic.