Currently running: Flash Fiction Fishbowl prompt call
Fiction
Wizards have no sense of humour
Elsa looked around scornfully.
The lab was a big clicé, full of dark wood and leather props, candles stuck on skulls chipping highlights off inlaid runes. At least they had a pickled dragon embryo rather than the old stuffed alligator...
She finally got the joke when she saw the familiar.
Nobody expected a sun conure.
Fiction tags: Third person Nanofiction Microfiction Fantasy Generic fantasy Animals