@allkindsofmuses liked for a starter from The Beast
It had been ages since The Beast had been to Earth. There were hardly any Magicians left, and the few that remained were neither capable of threatening him (even in a joint effort) nor were they brave enough to attempt it. With nothing to fear on Earth, he usually had no reason to be there... yet, from time to time, even he became nostalgic... of sorts. More, he became curious as to why he wasn’t nostalgic. He walked the halls of Brakebills feeling the draw of Fogg in his little room, terrified and alone. He looked at the sky and the birds that flew there lacking the magic of the land he now called home. And then, something... different... struck his senses. Something like nothing he had ever felt.
“What are you?” The Beast asked as he turned to face the man who felt like magic, but not like a Magician.
