[not so much an introduction as a magical mishap]

[not_faust]

He's an acceptable demonologist, especially considering he's self-taught; he's had no German magicians to tutor him, only his grandfather's books and a large parrot that gave advice like "You're not doing it right. Yer granddad never used to do it like that, 'e'd draw squiggly wossnames 'round the wossname." The parrot's dead now, which is probably how he's managed to draw the wrong wossnames round the wossname. The wossname in question is a magic circle, inexpertly drawn, which contains our hero, a pimply, scrawny, dark-haired teenage boy wearing shabby robes covered in magic sigils and a look of unpleasant surprise.

"Hey! Demon!" he yells. "You've got to come back here! I haven't released you yet! You've done the wishes but we didn't get anything! We need to talk! You need to take me home!" When no demon appears, he lifts a homemade magic sword, the blade bending under the weight of the magic signs on it. "Rincewind! Avaunt!"

Typist: Meet Eric Thursley, nearly fourteen and fancying himself a bit of a Faustian, from Terry Pratchett's Eric.