I used to draw Mr. Crepsley when I was bored. That's the only thing I carry around, my notepad and pencils.
He's never seen my drawings, I've never showed them to him and he's never asked to see them.
I watched his act, but didn't help; I'd go on later. I wasn't really a freak, but I could do a lot of magic tricks.
Later after the show, Mr. Crepsley was distracted. He stayed behind and commanded me to go to the basement with Madam Octa. However he didn't tell me to stay.
He hid in the rafters and waited. I hid above him and hoped he wouldn't look up.
A boy walked in. He was about 12 or 13 and looked really nervous. He looked around, unsure where to go.
Mr. Crepsley swooped down like a giant red bat and I watched as an amazing sight unfolded before my eyes.
