Do You Believe In Magic

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M I C H A E L
The next day

The clock ticks on the wall of the library basement. It's currently two fifty nine and I'm sitting here waiting for Luke to show up.  Really hope he does and I really hope he hasn't told anyone about me. I have read stories about sorcerers coming here and being experimented on and having their magic stripped away or to be used as bio-weapons.

"Michael?" I her Luke's voice call out.

"Ianuae Magicae post Luke." I mutter and with a slight flash of greenish light I appear behind him. "Hi." I say.

"Holy shit!" he basically screams. "Don't fucking do that!" his hand clutching his heart.

"Sorry." I stare at the floor sheepishly.

"It's okay. Just... Please don't do that again." Luke says.

"Okay." I reply and walk back to my corner of the library where the spell books are.

"Where did you stay last night?" he asks and takes a seat beside me.

"Here." I say and gesture to the small space.

"Don't you have a home?" Luke asks sounding confused.

"I'm not from around here." I tell him.

"What do you mean? Did to just move here?" he asks even more confused now.

"No." I say not wanting to tell him that I come from a world where public executions still exist and castles are still lived in.

"Then where are you from?" he presses.

"Okay fine. I'm from a completely different world." I say quietly incase someone is listening. "I'm from a city called Distopia in a different dimension."

"Cool." Luke breaths.

"So you're cool with me being able to kill you by saying one word and you hardly know me." I say apprehensively.

"Yeah. I'm cool with it." he replies. "You don't seem like the type of guy who would kill someone."

"How do you know I haven't before?"

"I have a hunch."

"Your hunch could be wrong."

"Well have you killed someone before?"

"No."

"Exactly."

"I just met you but I already hate it when you're right." I sigh.

He laughs.

"Can I get you to do something for me?" Luke asks seriously.

"No. I'm not your fairy godmother." I deadpan.

"Fine." he grumbles.

"But seriously, one question." he says.

I gesture for him to continue so he does asking, "Can you send a message to the dead?"

"Yeah. But the spell is really difficult and I don't know it." I reply. "Why do you want to talk to the dead anyway?" I ask.

"My friend... He-He killed himself a year ago. I wanted to know why... I still do." Luke mumbles.

"Let's find this spell then shall we?" I offer.

"Really? You'd do that?" he asks.

"Sure. I'm not entirely heartless." I laugh.

"Thank you Mikey." he exclaims with a grin taking over his features. It's beautiful.

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Hey all! It's Paisley today. Sorry it's a little late, I have yr 10 exams on for the rest of this week so yeah. Hope my half assed attempt was good enough :)

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