Magpie

🏆 The bull

Written for the 'Magical Idioms' contest held by AmbassadorsUK and WattpadPotterverse

Prompt: One day you find out your friend is a witch/wizard from the Potterverse. How do you react? What happens next?

-Received an honourable mention
and
featured in AmbassadorsUK 's contest anthology!-

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Our plan had been to sneak up on the bull. Pretty simple, right?

Simon shooting ten feet up into the air kind of threw a spanner in the works.

Let me explain:

The bull was grazing peacefully a little ways away from our hiding spot amongst the tall grass, with no knowledge of its impending inconvenience. Simon was scowling, not unlike the frown he'd worn when he lost the bet to me ten minutes ago. "This is bullshit," he said, kicking at the weeds. They didn't take kindly to his abuse and bounced back in his face.

"Shh!" I chided. "Also, that's not bullshit, that's grass."

That comment earned me a glare. "You cheated, I'm sure," he continued. "This is such bullshit. I'm out ten pounds now,"

"Okay, how about this—twenty pounds if you can shut up and mount the bull, without getting hurt."

Simon considered this. "Hundred, and without dying."

"Fifty."

"Deal."

We shook hands quietly and turned back to the operation at hand.

"Who'd have thought bulls were this big," he muttered.

"Chickening out already?"

He stuck his tongue out. "You wish, Addie," he said. "I wish I could fly—"

One moment he was right next me, and the next he'd launched into the air like a human rocket. And with his screaming? Forget the bull, he could've drawn the attention of every animal in a fifty-foot radius.

He arched over the field and landed among the branches of a nearby oak. I bolted towards him, my mind reeling. "What the hell was that? Are you alright?"

"Bloody hell!" He sat up weakly. "I... I think I'm a wizard! I reckon I'm okay though. Get me down,"

"I'll get the ladder," I said. "And you owe me sixty pounds, wizard boy."