"Jules, it's real! It's all real!"
"I can't believe it either, Q."
The two of them stepped gingerly onto the mossy roots of the tree, hearing the steady ticking of the clock embedded in its trunk.
Jane looked up. "Oh, hello!" she said. "You're early. I didn't think--"
The whirr of wings drowned out the clock, and their screams.
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Thirty-Nine Times that Quentin Coldwater Failed to Kill the BeastFanfiction
My entry in #theMagicians #BattleTheBeast contest. Could definitely use more shirtless Penny, but, sadly, there's a 1500 word limit.