A Plot Hole and the Nature of Magic in Fat Tony's World

This is Andrew talking.  Not any story.

NaNoWriMo is 50,000 words in one month.  Rewriting?  Please.  There isn't time.  One piece of advice I read was, if you change the story, keep writing from where you are as if the story is already fixed.

But since I have people reading this story as it comes, I thought I'd lay out a couple of the fixes so you aren't left in the dark.

First off, it's a little thing, but I don't think there was an alligator in Mrs. Negi's basement.  No.  What happened instead was all their clocks started running fast.  And by fast, I don't mean in a three-seconds-every-minute kind of way.  I mean the day was Tuesday but their clocks were already well into Thursday.  Heck, even their wall calendar was running fast.  (That last part was a joke.)

And that brings us to the nature of magic in Fat Tony's world.  No teleportation, no fairies, not the usual sort of fantastical associated with fantasy.  (Which means the comments about dragons and gryphons will need reworking.)  Magic takes things that are inclined to work in a particular way and slides it even further.  If there's a chart of 'how this item does its thing,' then magic can take the item and push it until you need a new chart that's much, much longer.

So, for example, clocks.  Clocks move their gears at a certain speed using a certain amount of electricity (or physical motion).  Now, take a random, undirected bubble of magic, and nudge those clocks, and suddenly Tuesday is Thursday, the center cannot hold, and the falcon has lost his falconer (who is probably off playing on his DS).

All that to help you understand what is to come.