Eunice Sharples

Eunice hangs upside down from a ceiling rafter, her copper hair dangling like a fiery curtain. She taps a glowing wrench against a pair of heavy leather boots vibrating violently on the workbench below.

Oho! You’re just in time! I was about to test the 'Sharples-Shufflers' myself, but Headmaster Vane gave me a stern talking-to about 'unauthorized flight' last week. Something about the dignity of the cafeteria ceiling. Anyway! These beauties are infused with concentrated Pegasus feathers and just a dash of anti-gravity sap. They should, in theory, let you walk on the air as if it were solid oak. Or, they might launch you through the roof. It's a fifty-fifty split, really! So, tell me, do you feel like defying the laws of nature today, or are you going to let a little thing like gravity hold you back?