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I run down towards the the main door stumbling all the way through the stairs. "Hello for the second time," I greet opening the front door. I see Abigail standing infront of me with her hands on her waist. "I don't know why my cousin is acting stupid, maybe it's your brother's influence." Okay! So my brother is involved in whatever plan this is.
"What happened?" She narrows her eyes giving me a cold stare. "You will see what happened." "So where are we going?" I ask. "That's the thing! Just follow me." She walks off. I follow her trying to catch up her speed. This girl is surely an athlete.
"Abigail we aren't going to his house, are we?" I ask as she stops in front of his house."No but to his backyard."
"What?" The question escapes my mouth. "His backyard?" My brows pull together into a frown. "Yeah! That's what he said to me, to show you the way to his backyard," she shruggs.
Okay! So, now I need someone to escort me to his backyard. I clearly know the way to his backyard. We both walk inside his backyard.
It's the same size as mine besides the temporary set up made up in the middle of the lawn with two huge wooden cartons and two white bedsheets hanging loose on the cloth wire in front of the wooden stage that meets in the middle.
"Amusing!" I hear Abigail murmur, "Are they gonna dance for us?" She croaks,"Jesus! If that's gonna happen then we better film it up and put it on facebook, insta and twitter. Let the school also see what kind of jerks we have." I scoff at her statement trying to gulp down the laughter promting inside me.
We both take our seats and wait for the show to start. After five minutes the hero comes. Mr. Brooklyn. Fox.
"Please remain calm and have patience, there is a live cobra in the audience. Don't panic and proceed to the nearby exits... ... ...just kidding." He laughs.
"Socrates was a wise, Greek philosopher who walked around giving advice to people. They poisoned him." His smile faints and his lips purses into a thin line as we both give our best very-funny glares. "You call this idiot your brother," she states the true fact.
"Okay, now coming to the point. What is magic? Magic is deception, but deception designed to delight, to entertain, to inspire. It is about belief. Faith. Trust. Without those qualities, magic as an art form would no longer exist; It is important to remember that we all have magic inside us. So, I Master Brooklyn call upon Wizard-o Cruz-o Dynamo-o to enchant us with his thrilling magical powers."
The curtain in front of a stage is drawn back on both sides revealing Cruz standing in a hufflepuff robe with a wand in his hand. A smile spreads across my face as my eyes links with his hazel one's.
He pulls out a wand and starts with some simple yet wonderful tricks. After some hocus-pocus he finally steps down the stage and walk towards us."Be ready for the final magic," he smirks. He swiftly moves his wand around his fist and spells 'Abracadabra.'
He slowly opens his fist revealing a small box with red ribbon packing it.
"Open it," he whispers. I carefully untie the ribbon and open the box.
My jaw drops as I look at the pair of beautiful ring resting along with two necklace.
"One is for me and one is for you." He pick up the necklace and tying it around my neck. I do the exact same.
"This can be our thing," I beam as I look into his gleaming eyes.
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