CLEAN DOG TEETH

Magic is real. It exists in the world and in everyone. However, like evolution, many otherwise reasonable people refuse to believe it. This is due the fact that there is so much misunderstanding of what magic means. A large degree of misunderstanding comes from the fact that there is so much fraud and misrepresentation of magic. Palm reading, tarot cards, zodiac signs, crystal balls, tasseography and all other forms of fortune telling are a frauds. The future can not be known, because if it was known, then it would change. Items that are to bring good luck or fertility or whatnot are frauds. Any curse is a fraud. The difficulty is that those who sell such nonsense are rarely aware that they are frauds, they believe their own nonsense more than anyone.
The other difficulty was that people usually turned to magic looking for easy solutions. Pick up some magic to bring you good fortune rather than be bothered by hard work. It is not uncommon for people to show an interest in legitimate magical practice only to quickly wander off to the more fraudulent types. The fakers might not offer any real results, but they offer quick results. To become a legitimate practicer of magic takes an enormous amount of hard work and study. To be exact, it takes 10,000 hours of study, which is a bit more than most people are willing to put in. As a further deterrent, magical skills are not gradually acquired, but rather all at once-- people achieve their first magical spell after 10,000 hours of study. (Also it helps if you're born with a caul.)
So if Hutch was hard to replace then O was near impossible to replace. O was responsible for infusing objects with unique magical properties (of course 'unique magic' is redundant, every magic is unique). Most of the things she created never left the TSC headquarters, some because they were either used for security or examination of evidence in the building, but sometimes because they were seen as too valuable to be released. Only a few top agents were allowed to ever take magically infused items, such as the leather bag Hutch had used, into the field. O herself never even left the TSC basement. Not that she wasn't allowed, she just didn't want to, which suited all parties involved. When Hutch walked into her basement lab she immediately ordered him to leave.
“Come now O is that anyway to treat your biggest fan?”
O rolled up a parchment she had been studying and stood. “I don't care what you are, just get out.”
“But I need your help with something.” Hutch stepped forward, undeterred.
O picked up a foot long iron rod. Hutch knew from experience that if O touched him with the end of the rod that he would get the sensation that his entire body was on fire. The feeling only lasted a second but it was enough to keep prying hands away from her works in progress. “The whole building wants my help with something. I don't have time to help people who don't return what they take.”
“What... the bag?”
“Yes 'the bag!' I spent a month working on that and I understand it worked, that it saved the whole mission. Then you didn't bring it back!”
Hutch was at a bit of a loss “But I didn't lose it, I handed it off to another agent. It's what the mission required.”
O came very close to prodding him at that point. “I don't care what the mission required. I gave the bag to you, you took responsibility for it, you agreed to return it. Now it's not here, I don't know who has it and I'll probably never see it again because once a department gets their hands on some magic they never want to return it.” She then pushed turned him around and pushed him towards the door. “Now get out.” If Hutch resisted she would have never been able to physically make him leave (She looked like a dwarf next to him. In height that is, she was much cutter than a dwarf.) but he knew that if he fought back he'd never get what he came for.
“I didn't come here to ask you for new toys. It's the album leaf, I used it.” O stopped pushing.
“You used it?” O asked. Hutch turned to face her.
“Yeah I did. You said that I ever needed to know where someone was going slip it on them then come to you. Well I slipped it on someone an hour ago and I need to know where he is now.”
O gave an exaggerated exhale then went to a set of small narrow drawers. She unlocked the seventh one down and took out a leaf that was identical to the one she had given Hutch five months prior. She told him to sit down, Hutch grabbed a stool and sat on it. “No” O corrected “On the floor.”
Hutch looked down at the floor. It wasn't clean, O maintained that earthen floors were best for her work (she never bothered to explain why). He didn't have time to waste. He sat down on the floor cross legged. “Now how does this w...” Before he could finish his sentence O took a knife and cut him across the hand.
“Ow!” Hutch cried in genuine pain “What was that about?”
O grabbed his recoiled wounded hand again. “You talk too

On the way to the camera shop. took the wrong lens with me and left the rest in my camera bag at home. The sat nav took me the scenic route but equally it was lovely driving down those autumn leaft country lanes and the autumn colours were amazing . i failed to capture them in a shot but here you see my car interior and how much I need to clean my leather steering wheel cover. It's disgusting !