••Shawn Mendes Imagines••

9: •☆ M•A•G•¡•C ☆•

Y/n's POV
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I sit upon the table.
Book in hands.
Concentration.. concentration.
I know very well that if I'm to fail this.. I'll regret it all. So back to the words.
My wand rests in front of me.
Eager, I was. I need to practice.
I can't.. not yet.
Focus.. focus.
"Hey, y/n." A voice echoes from behind.
I turn.
"Hey Shawn." I say and turn back to my work.
"What are you working on?"
"I'm studying. We have a test in Potions, tomorrow, you know? You should be studying too."
He shrugs and takes a seat next to me.
"I was.." he begins, "but then I got bored."
I chuckle.
"Well don't expect professor to be pleased with your grade then."
His hand fold my book shut.
"Wanna go exploring?" He asks me with all joy in his eyes.
"Shawn, I don't want to get expelled!" I whisper loudly, trying not to alarm to room.
"Please" he begs, "I want to show you something. Something.. magical."
I swing off of the bench.
"Fine, but make it quick." I demand.
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"Can I look yet?" I pout.
"Nope."
His long robe sleeves hid his fingers and hands; they shielded my eyes.
We stop.
"Ok.. now." He says.
His hands drop.
There I stand.. on the balcony.
"Stars?" I ask in disappointment.
"Not just any stars." He says.
"Oh yeah? Then what makes them so special?"
"They're magical." He says while starring at them in awe.
I roll my eyes.
Just.. stars.
"LOOK! A SHOOTING ONE" he exclaims, "MAKE A WISH."
I turn to him.
"I wish that you'd let me go study."
He turns too.
"Well once it's said, it won't come true."
"So I guess you wont tell me yours, huh?"
He shakes his head from side to side.
"But I'll give you a hint."
Slowly, his hand snakes in mine and our lips pull in to touch.