Well, I was always craftier with a wand than with a quill. Say what you will about the pen being mightier than the sword, I find that magic trumps them both. Perhaps I should try doing this a different way.
You know the story of Cinderella, don't you? Her glass slipper, her pumpkin coach, her fairy godmother?
Well, guess which one I am.
In this day and age, there's very little use for creatures like me. Why, when's the last time you got invited to a royal ball? Never, eh? That's what I thought. No, now it's all sweet sixteens and what-have-yous that have girls crying into their pillows at night. That sort of tish tosh was never my scene. I'm all about the grandiose, my friend! The bigger, the better!
Over the past, good grief, eight centuries, I've had ample opportunity to be just as outlandishly gaudy as I wanted, but the modern age hasn't been very kind to the fairy godmother's trade, so I've taken up a new method of finding my Cinderellas and giving them their happily ever afters. Oh, no, I'm not revealing how outright, the story is in the telling...