There was a rush of icy wind and a burst of green flame.
A man appeared in the doorway, tall, with long, white-blond hair showing under a black cowboy hat, blocking their entry. He wore a black suit that had a cape attached to the shoulders lined in shiny red, a white shirt and a red satin tie. A shiny gold star was pinned to his chest.
Neva stood frozen in shock.
The blond man gave her a disgusted look. “Yes, yes, I know I look exactly like some horrid villain in a childrens’ witch movie. I am not the villain. My name is Sherrif Mythis Vermillian, the official in charge of Magickal Security in these parts.”