Enchanted Me
[This book describes an elderly spellcaster's years learning the art of Enchantment.] Cold and frigid was the day I learned that to fail in charming a better wizard was the most dangerous game of all. I first met Cavalieryn Draithwaite at a Calishite barroom. The game was a complicated play of cards I hadn't mastered, but being young, foolhardy, and over-confident in my abilities as a student wizard, I thought I'd use my (minimal) talent with enchantment to gain the upper hand. Quietly did I seek to charm the feeble old woman to my left - she appeared to me a parochial sort and unlikely to put up much resistance to my trick. I'd been blown against the barroom's back wall, then up to the ceiling, and back down again before I realised this 'feeble' woman was none other than Cavalieryn Draithwaite, master of charms, author of the very textbook from which I learnt the enchantment I attempted to use against her. After she gave me a good thrashing for my audacity, we became lifelong friends.