Spellsgonewrong storie

"i- yes! of course! i tell her everything, she brings me gifts, we go out, we..." he trailed off. "how did she introduce herself to you?" "she brought me a plate of food. it was just simple- rice, stew, a bowl of fruit- she came into my apartment and we ate together. " i folded my arms, biting back the words on my tongue. "was the food good?" "it tasted like cinnamon," he nodded a bit. "she always smells like cinnamon. but her apartment, it smells nothing like it," he chuckled. my eyebrows twitched forward a bit. this was weird. the only time i had really ever used cinnamon was for...

While practicing a spell for an upcoming magic exam, aspiring mage, Nirith, accidentally summons several unassuming people from worlds where magic does not exist. The method Nirith used injured each of them, so now he must keep them alive while he figures out how to send them home, all without being discovered by the law, who would surely create a punishment worse than any magic-user has ever been made to faced. (Probably a difficult read because of the formatting-- It was written as a screenplay and Wattpad does not format things well, so I did the best with what I had)

In hindsight they wouldn't have messed with magic they didn't understand, in two hours ago sight how cool would a talking snowman be?!?! I'd like to state that this started as the crackiest of crack, but somehow I started to take it seriously???