He rolled his eyes, still not mollified from the bow-tie insult. Yes, alright, maybe a professor wouldn't be able to afford this fancy car. Whatever. At least I tried, he thought, shooting Anthony a nasty glare.

"Oh, ha ha, yes, laugh it up, Mr. Reign of Terror," he snapped back irritably. "I should have known you'd make fun. It's why I didn't want to tell you this part." How they managed to be friends in another lifetime without Aziraphale strangling this annoying creature, he had no idea. "No. Not 'rabbits in hats' and 'coins out of your ear.' I mean real magic. Fantasy magic. The kind of stuff that involves drawing lots of circles and squiggly symbol things and speaking in tongues or something. I had a snake and there was a library with fire and I was supposed to be learning something called Sundering. Or maybe I wasn't supposed to be learning it." This felt especially damning and yet here he was, spilling it out without Anthony even having to pry. "I don't think I wanted people to know."