A big, old car with a crooked bumper drove down a tree-covered road. A thin, plain woman sat in the driver’s seat with her equally ordinary son of about ten years old, sitting solemnly in the back seat, tightly packed with old suitcases and plastic bags.
"Now Steven, I want you to behave like a proper wizard. Everyone there comes from magical families, so don't feel ashamed about using your magic. You are a very gifted young wizard and you should act like one."
“I will mom.” Steven smiled even though every time his mother used the words magic or wizard his stomach rolled over. It's not that he has anything against wizards and witches, he just can't help thinking how much easier his life would be if he were like his sisters, normal kids, or as they are known in the magical community; huff-n-puffers because they are always running round huffing and puffing to get things done.
“I just know how you get sometimes…” His mother said as she glanced in the rearview mirror.
He decided to give his mother a little leeway today; he knew she was really excited and upset at the same time. She had been talking about him going off to wizarding school since she found out he had magical abilities three years ago. But at the same time, once he's off at school, it means she will be completely alone. His two older sisters live with his dad, a non-magical man. He misses his sisters, but when the courts asked him who he wanted to live with he couldn't imagine leaving his mom all alone, especially since in his mind - his magic caused the divorce.
Steve watched the magical map as it hovered in the front seen. He was enchanted by the way the Metro Park’s Emerald Necklace draped around Cleveland’s suburbs with Lake Erie closing the loop. It shimmered in stark contrast to the gray city and dull neighborhoods where he was from.
Along these parks was a stretch of road on the east side that was peppered with huge old farms. Many of them had been refurbished and turned into gorgeous mansions whereas others had been abandoned, allowing nature to take its course. Outside one of these neglected properties hung a rusty sign that read “The Wiltshire”. Beyond the sign was a gate, long rusted shut with thick vines wrapping around each bar. A tangle of weeds and pricker bushes formed an impenetrable barrier to anyone who drove past.
They slowly pulled into this weedy driveway. His mother pulled out a wand and pointed it at the sign. With a flick of her wrist she said, “This eager student sits and waits, I command these vines to open gates.” With that the vines simply slithered down the rusted rods and within seconds the gates slid open. On the other side the weeds and prickers were gone. The boy and his mother sat quietly in awe as they took in the scene.
"Now Steven, I want you to behave like a proper wizard. Everyone there comes from magical families, so don't feel ashamed about using your magic. You are a very gifted young wizard and you should act like one."
“I will mom.” Steven smiled even though every time his mother used the words magic or wizard his stomach rolled over. It's not that he has anything against wizards and witches, he just can't help thinking how much easier his life would be if he were like his sisters, normal kids, or as they are known in the magical community; huff-n-puffers because they are always running round huffing and puffing to get things done.
“I just know how you get sometimes…” His mother said as she glanced in the rearview mirror.
He decided to give his mother a little leeway today; he knew she was really excited and upset at the same time. She had been talking about him going off to wizarding school since she found out he had magical abilities three years ago. But at the same time, once he's off at school, it means she will be completely alone. His two older sisters live with his dad, a non-magical man. He misses his sisters, but when the courts asked him who he wanted to live with he couldn't imagine leaving his mom all alone, especially since in his mind - his magic caused the divorce.
Steve watched the magical map as it hovered in the front seen. He was enchanted by the way the Metro Park’s Emerald Necklace draped around Cleveland’s suburbs with Lake Erie closing the loop. It shimmered in stark contrast to the gray city and dull neighborhoods where he was from.
Along these parks was a stretch of road on the east side that was peppered with huge old farms. Many of them had been refurbished and turned into gorgeous mansions whereas others had been abandoned, allowing nature to take its course. Outside one of these neglected properties hung a rusty sign that read “The Wiltshire”. Beyond the sign was a gate, long rusted shut with thick vines wrapping around each bar. A tangle of weeds and pricker bushes formed an impenetrable barrier to anyone who drove past.
They slowly pulled into this weedy driveway. His mother pulled out a wand and pointed it at the sign. With a flick of her wrist she said, “This eager student sits and waits, I command these vines to open gates.” With that the vines simply slithered down the rusted rods and within seconds the gates slid open. On the other side the weeds and prickers were gone. The boy and his mother sat quietly in awe as they took in the scene.
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