"I'm going to be living in your side valley for the next decade or so," Scales told them. "I've taken a fancy to it. While I'm there, I'm going to teach you both wizardry if it kills us all. We'll start with mind reading. Turn up there tomorrow morning, both of you. Boy, cat-bird, got that?"
"My name's Kit," Kit said. "Is this because of what the god said?"
"Only partly," said Scales. "Mostly it was the sight of the pair of you in that sandpit, with all the ability to get out of it and not knowing how to. That irritated me."
(Diana Wynne Jones, Dark Lord of Derkholm, page 344)