"It isn't like playing tiddly-winks," Eliza said, pressing her lips together. "It's important. You need to get stronger, any way you can."
"Are you sure this is the best way to do it, though?" Quentin asked, eyeing the ferret very carefully. It was wearing a golden ruff, but that didn't make him trust it.
"Fairly sure," Eliza trilled cheerfully, right before the ferret lunged.
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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.