We’d meet in odd places to avoid been seen; the more isolated the better. We’d all spend the week learning a new one, some abjuration or evocation, some enchantment or illusion, and then we’d get together for the weekend ‘show and tell’. Nobody ever got hurt. Nobody ever went too far. Usually it ended with giddy whispers down the pub; only occasionally did it end with furtive sex up at mine or his or hers.
Eventually Lena got religion and gave it up. Only pure divination for her, now, revealed wisdom. Sometimes she calls to say she’s praying for me.