Josephine bypassed the large man guarding the door with a simple wave of her hand and I followed, hoping he knew I was with her.
I'd only seen the back exit of the place, so I found myself distracted by the mysterious and theater-like atmosphere of the place. The magic club was dark, but full of people. Scented smoke hung heavy in the air, soft whispers barely carrying. I was grateful for the shadows, partly because I knew I must look a fright.