Don't go to the circus.
I really like Septimus Heap. he is my favorite guy in the story. I should make you all read it.
When the Fyre inside is kindled and when the Time Is Right, anything is possible.
He was not used to the smell of dragon breath, which is best described as a combination of the stench of burning rubber and the stink of old socks, with overtones of a hamster cage in dire need of a cleaning.
Shouting something didn't make it any more possible.
Oh dear," said Sarah anxiously, "I do wish he wouldn't do these silly things." I'm sure we all wish that, Sarah," said Marcia sternly. "But unfortunately he has progressed rather further than the silly stage. Evil-minded-scheming stage is more what I would call it.