[ Jonathan lets out a small chuckle at the mention of 'gentlemen's club.' There's a wry little smile on his face as he shrugs and muses, ] Oh, I am certain I have 'pissed off someone' at my club.
[ This is the first time in his life this man has said 'pissed off someone' and it SHOWS. ]
But none of them could curse me. Magic is slowly returning to England—before I left, there were only a handful of magicians, none of them powerful enough to curse me like this.
[ Well, Norrell might be powerful enough. But at least in Jonathan's mind, there is absolutely no way Gilbert Norrell would think of cursing him. Even when they were on the outs, cursing someone required more chutzpah, more incentive than Norrell ever did. ]
two men who approach magic like "fuck it #yolo"
[ This is the first time in his life this man has said 'pissed off someone' and it SHOWS. ]
But none of them could curse me. Magic is slowly returning to England—before I left, there were only a handful of magicians, none of them powerful enough to curse me like this.
[ Well, Norrell might be powerful enough. But at least in Jonathan's mind, there is absolutely no way Gilbert Norrell would think of cursing him. Even when they were on the outs, cursing someone required more chutzpah, more incentive than Norrell ever did. ]
So yes—my curse was caused by a fairy.