'Then why are you here?' asked the librarian, sniffing the air suspiciously.
'For him.' She pointed to the author who was signing copies of his bestseller and smiling at his admirers. 'He's my ex, and I'm going to put a curse on him. Watch. I hate books!' she shouted and flames crackled as the pile of hardbacks by his feet caught fire.
'That's what you get for living with your head in the clouds,' she laughed as he danced around, swearing. 'You should have noticed they were touching the radiator.'