Spin Me A Yarn

Today, I'm trying for something slightly different.  The story itself, may need some tweaking at some point, but check it out and maybe I'll expound upon it...

A Tisket A Tasket

Today, the magician of all magicians, Ajax Hossletassle relieves the duty of all magical affairs from Starbury Isselfossil.  for years the black hat swami had eyed Isselfossil's job like it was the last slice of strawberry cheesecake under glass.  One could almost hear the daggers being thrown from the Hossletassle eye towards the silken purple cape of the High Magician every April during his quarterly address to the Company of Prestidigitators.  It was finally his moment, and he would have nothing less.

"Hand me my wand, Chatter." Ajax quietly turned around to his familiar, a large, brown toad with ruby eyes.  "I'm ready for my induction."

"Of course."  Chatter glanced over to the acorn box which held an old Hossletassle heirloom: a slightly crooked wisp of twisted willow around ancient metal.  Archaic as it was, it had remained in the new High Magician's family for centuries, with nary an incantation going awry when sent from its sullen direction.  More reputable than the Hossletassle name itself, it had several... questionable properties.

Hopping on his hindquarters, Chatter first smoothed his webbed hands over the dark, burled sheen of the boxtop.  Grasping at the full ring of keys - brass, silver, aluminum, and finally wood - he moved to unlatch the blackened, aged contraption.  Tumblers click, the key turns, and Chatter gently creaked open the blue velvet-lined jewelry box to reveal the Hossletassle legacy.  

"Here. Hand it to me. Quickly."  Calmly turning towards the white door, Ajax's eyes darted across the scant window.  "When will they come?"

"Soon.  Very soon."  Chatter's voice slightly quivered.  "Normal protocol dictates the High Magician does not set his own schedule until after induction.  He lives to serve the COP."

Wringing his hands, Ajax tucked the wand into a wristband. "I see.  My family name has long graced the ivory columns in the COP aisles, it's time for it to return to its proper place beneath the iron throne."  

"Precisely.  You should be proud of yourself."  Chatter mumbled.  "I hear them coming."

Peering through the glass slit, Ajax spied the COP technicians sent to fetch him for the ceremony.  White coats past the waist and stern, determined looks on their faces, these men knew they had a serious agenda.  Approaching, it became clear it wasn't something they relished, perhaps something they performed as duty, but not a reward.  Hand on wand, the last in a line of great Hossletassles steeled himself for destiny.