In the meantime, do me a favor-can you click to the product photos of women wearing the bras? More fun for me while you work on getting me out. Let’s work on it, though-it could be a real jolt for Realm. “Yeah, that could have upped the voltage. It must have piggybacked on your teleporting skills.” “I don’t have enough power working alone to write a transporting spell. Nell knew even her spellcoding skills weren’t that good. We could use it for the really advanced, witch-only levels of Enchanter’s Realm.” Jamie was always looking for a new coding challenge for their online-gaming world. I thought we’d just grabbed a virtual version of you.” “It’s just supposed to redirect you, not suck you into the net. You’re really in there?” Nell gave up on line sixty-two. Can you send me back? I was in the middle of lunch, and it was pretty good.” That’s a nice piece of spellcoding, by the way. Not that I mind.” Jamie had turned the bra straps into his own personal monkey bars. Right now it’s pulling people into your last known Internet location. You need to program Witches’ Chat as a fixed variable in line sixty-two. We’re triggering the fetching, but it’s obviously not pulling people to the right place.” When the fetching part of the spell is turned on, it should activate the sniffer cookie and pull our witch into chat. Then we leave a sniffer cookie so we can find them again. So, first part, you identify witches as they move around online. Here.” Nell swiveled her two monitors toward each other so Jamie could read the spell code. “Get off the lingerie, Jamie-that’s just disturbing. If it is, I can guarantee you high attendance from the male witch population.”
“Looks like the locating part works fine, but I’m guessing this isn’t your chat room. Jamie had climbed up the red-lace bra cup and made himself comfortable. The spell is supposed to locate witches as they browse the Internet and redirect them to our chat room.” I’m working on the fetching spell for Witches’ Chat, the online witching community Sophie is adding to her site. Nell was grateful he hadn’t noticed the matching garter belt and stockings already in her shopping cart.
Sure enough, a five-inch tall version of Jamie was currently on screen two, ducking his head into the cup of a red lace bra. She had been testing programming code on one screen and shopping online for anniversary lingerie on the other. “What? Oh, no.” Nell’s head snapped toward her second monitor. Go for the red, by the way-it’ll look good on you.” Says it’s size 34D, but either that’s a big underestimate, or you shrunk me. “I’m standing beside a giant bra, available in eggplant, chocolate, and ruby. “What?” Nell was trying to debug a couple of uncooperative lines of code, and her brother Jamie wasn’t making any sense.
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