"I really think I'm just better off at Yale," Quentin said, watching the nice lady's jaw literally drop. "I mean, I used to want magic in my life, but since I've started this new drug..."
"That will not do," the woman said, her voice clipped and very, very British. She raised her hands and started making strange gestures.
"What... are you doing?" Quentin asked.
"Starting over," she said, and he felt the world go black around him.
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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.