Negative soul

chapter one

Author: xmgth12
Editor: notbia

Jack was coming down the stairs when his mother pushed through the door, using her wand to hover vegetables and fruits freshly picked from the garden. With a small burst of excitement, he thought, I'm going to get a wand soon, and watched as she set the vegetables in the sink, and pointed her wand at  the dish washing gloves as soon as she pointed the  gloves sprung into action cleaning the fruits and veggies.  "So, what are we going to have for dinner tonight?" Jack asked with still a small smile on his face, mom responded, "Oh, just chicken soup" Jack usually liked his mothers cooking and this was probably his favorite soup. "Can you get the water?" "Yeah," He grabbed the pale steel bucket, as he strolled through the garden he watched Nicole, a black Bullhen with orange feathers on her chest pecking at some grain.

Jack's mind started to wander towards wands, wizarding textbooks, potions, and magical creatures. He walked over to the well, thinking of the Goatshark, a strange but friendly creature, and started to lower the bucket and bringing it back full to the brim with water sloshing over. After grabbing the bucket he slowly headed back over to his rickety farm home, which was made from random pieces of wood that all seemed to become pale after a few days. As he walked though the his mom took her wand and enchanted the bucket to come fly over to her, without spilling a drop. "Thank you, Jack," With a warm smile on her face.

Jack smiled back at her and shrugged, starting towards the stairs, "I have to go finish packing for school... What time do I have to wake up again?" "7:30," His mom got to work heating the water. As he walked up the stairs his mother shouted, "Oh and dinner will be ready in an hour!" Jack climbed the stairs thinking of what he might need for school.

All of the sudden, his brother Leo came barreling down the stairs, nearly knocking him over. He stumbled into the rail, "Woah, Leo, calm down." "Sorry, I was just going to ask for some money to go to the bakery, then I'm going to explore town. Do you want to come?" Leo asked, his green eyes bright. "Oh, sure let me change my shoes." Jack quickened his pace "Okay! I'll be outside by the chicken coop." Leo called, and Jack climbed the stairs a bit faster.

The bakery was one of his favorite shops to go to in the small town. He walked into his room and glanced at the old clock. It read 4:52. I guess I'll have time to pack when we get back, he thought. He looked around the room wondering where his shoes were. He had an old pair of black vans that he had been trying to keep in good shape.

He looked towards his toad, Bob. I'll feed him, he's probably hungry. He walked over to the desk where his toads enclosure sat and pulled from under the desk a decent sized gray bin pulling the lid open he grabbed his large tweezers and grabbed a cockroach with them, throwing the wiggling cockroach into his Smooth Sided Toads enclosure. Closing the lid to the bin, he glanced up at the enclosure at the exact time the toad pounced gulping down the cockroach.

Grabbing his shoes, which turned out where under his bed, he put them on as fast as possible and he raced down the stairs, bursting out the front door. "Woah! Calm down, Jack," Leo said, to which Jack replied, "Sorry I took so long. Did you get some money from mom?" "Yeah I got 40 dollars, mom said to get 3 baguettes and some plums from the fruit stand, since none of our plums are ripe."

As they walked to the town he glanced at the shed, seeing his dad working on matte black 68 Ford Mustang GT Fastback that he picked up recently, and had become his new favorite car to tinker with, though he also had an old Rolls Royce that was in poor condition. He waved and picked up his pace so that they could get to the town quicker. He had always liked exploring the town and looking through shops.

As they entered the town he smelled the bread baking from the bakery. The small bakery was made of old brick with wooden beams and a flat roof. He pushed the old wooden door open, thinking, I need to come here more often. The interior had small tables and the counter was made from brick with stained wood.