[Felix is on his way to Magick Box for work today after having stopped at a cafe in town for lunch. In the past ten minutes he'd seen a waiter drop a trayful of glasses, a street vendor get into a shouting match with a customer, and not moments ago, the wheel fall off of a passing cart. The tiny puff of purple smoke from a nearby alley is what finally raises his suspicions, to the point that he, advisably or not, goes to take a peek]
idek...also late