Chapter 3

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“Rise and shine!” The statement was exclamatory, but’s V’s tone of voice was still rather monotone. Jungkook sprang out of the bed in fear and Jimin, who was already awake, laughed. The two had pushed the two twin beds together on the left side of the room to create one big double bed. “Get up for breakfast, we have to start your magic training nice and early. We will actually be opening the library to Disneyland patrons today and I can’t have you two messing up.”

“What’s for breakfast?” Jungkook asked curiously, rubbing his eyes from still being tired.

“Well I guess you’ll find out.” V left no time for a response and walked out of the room. The two boys exchanged a glance and rushed to get ready. Jungkook wanted breakfast.
After the two changed their clothes quickly, they walked out of their room, down the hallway, and into the massive library. They looked around for any sight of food, but they couldn’t seem to find anything. They couldn’t even find V in this room. Where could he be? And where could the food be?

“Uhm,” Jimin muttered. “V? You here?” He spun around looking for their magical mentor. Breakfast, Jungkook thought. You here? Suddenly, V walked silently into the room and sat down at one of the library tables, plate of food in hand. Jungkook could smell the bacon and eggs. His stomach growled.

“Who’s food is that? You know there’s two of us, right?” Jungkook tilted his head slightly, a bit of hostility in his voice as V set down the plate of food.

“Oh, this is mine,” V said, bringing a forkful of eggs to his mouth. Jungkook waited for more of a response, but as the silence ensued, Jungkook realized he was not getting anything else this time.

“So… Where’s our food?” Jimin asked. Jungkook heard Jimin’s stomach growl in hunger as he watched V eat the food he presented.

“See, this is where your training begins.” The two looked at V in confusion and he continued. “Look around. You should see plates of food scattered around high places on the shelves.” They looked around. He was right, Jungkook could now see plates of different assortments of breakfast food scattered both on top of the shelves and amongst the books. What the actual heck? “If you want your breakfast, you will have to use magic.”

“But we don’t know any magic! What do you expect us to do?” Jungkook asked, the hostility in his voice coming back.

“I will teach you a single spell today that you must use to retrieve your breakfast. Puts a little motivation into you.” V looked up from his food to smile at them.

“Oh, cool! What do we have to do? Or do we just have to say something?” Jimin asked, ready to learn something new and obtain food.

“I’m happy to see someone is excited.” V gives Jungkook a pointed look before continuing. “There is a word you must say, but it’s more than that. You have to say it with conviction. You will be able to feelthe power of the words coming out of your mouth. The one I will be teaching you today is gravitas. It will allow you to levitate the plate down to you. If you get it right, at least.” V shoved a pile of books that was sitting on the table over to the two new librarians. “Test it on these.” He continued to eat his breakfast.

Jungkook glared back at V and decided to step closer to the table, clearing his throat before he attempted to repeat the word V had spoken. He stared down at the book that sat on the table in front of him, thinking hard about the word. Gravitas. Gravitas. Gravitas. Jungkook opened his mouth to say the word out loud, focusing very hard on making the magic work. Jungkook stared down at the book, but nothing seemed to happen.

Jungkook heard Jimin laugh in delight. He looked over to see that Jimin had managed to get his spell to work. The book in front of him had lifted off of the table to spin in the air at eye level. Jungkook smiled, happy for Jimin and congratulated him. However, Jungkook also wanted food. Very badly. He tried the spell again on the book in front of him. Jungkook’s hopes lifted as the book began to slowly rise from the table...only to slam right back down.

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