Why couldn’t it have been target practice night, even if that meant dealing with Ghost? With a magic lesson on the docket, facing Ghost’s coldness seemed preferable to Sally’s vituperous condemnations of his intelligence. Sam knew that intelligence had little to do with getting a spell right. Even Ziggy, that street kid who dogged Sally’s steps, could get the spells going. He had an IQ several points below Inu's. Still, if it had been gun night, he was sure he would have preferred it to be magic night.