"Dark magic, blah blah blah, human sacrifice, blah blah blah, got it. Won’t happen. Mabon is on the twenty-first," I nonchalantly mentioned. Sure, it was impolite on how I responded, but he needed to realized I was not like Voldemort. Surely he would know from his family's grimoire. Saying the date made me realize that September seems entirely booked, and it was only the second. Did I mention that I really didn’t have a lot of time for myself? 