Magicians (Re Draft)

II- Will

II-Will

My evening started out like this:

"BY MERLINS BEARD, WILL! CAN'T YOU DO ONE SIMPLE TASK!"

"I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHY YOU'RE YELLING AT ME! YOUR THE ONE WHO SAID, "go on Will. It'll be fun! You need to socialize with mortals more often!" WELL I DID!"

"You preformed magic, Will! What part of, "don't use your magic", did you not understand!"

I flopped back on the antique couch as my uncle paced in front of me telling me what I do wrong and how I should get a hair cut. He always brings that's up.

First off, let me start with introductions. I'm William, Will is short and you will use it if you want to keep your tongues. And my life is a crazy upisie downsie roller coaster that includes my screaming uncle.

"Will, please just try to be more careful," my uncle said running his hands through his shuffled, black hair.

I sighed and stared up at the lairs small chandler with its radiant light glowing.

"Haha, you give it to him. I love seeing the expression of annoyance on that face of his," a voice sniggered from above.

No, that wasn't God. If that was, my evening would have been a lot worse, and my feelings would have been hurt.

That was Bartholomew, the guarding spirit for our lair. He's just an annoying voice that's rags on me all the time. Pay no attention to him.

I rolled my eyes, brushing his comment off and said to my uncle, "look, I'm sorry. It's not like she suspected anything. She probably thinks I'm "flirting" with her or something."

"You better hope so, young man," my uncle said storming into the kitchen.

I watched him pour a cup of steaming tea and sit down in his favorite chair beside the fireplace.

"Now, go get ready for bed. You start school tomorrow," Uncle Caesar said calmly while taking a soothing sip from his drink.

"Oh, I'm so excited for that," I groaned sarcastically. "I get to spend the majority of my days with a bunch of pathetic, idiotic mortals!"

My uncle gave me an annoyed look and motioned me to go upstairs to my bedroom.

I huffed and stomped up the spiral bound stairs tucked in the corner of the lair like a bratty eight year old girl.

When I got the top of the stairs I walked into the hallway where I was stopped by-.

"Hey Charlie," I said down at the little, freckly, shaggy haired boy. No, he isn't my little brother or cousin. My uncle and I found this poor soul in the Black Market. I'm not exactly sure what his story is, he doesn't dare talk about it.

"Hiya Master Will!" Charlie grinned while brushing his black hair out of his ruby eyes.

"It's just Will, kid," I smiled. Somehow he never remembers that.

"Wanna see a new trick I taught Thorny?" Charlie asked eagerly while holding up his small, plump colored dragon.

"Uh, sure," I slowly said.

Charlie quickly sat the tiered looking dragon in the ground and said, "roll over Thorny!"

The dragon looked into space as his body weight dragged him face down.

The pet laid there as Charlie and I both stared at it.

A moment passed before Charlie pumped his fists in the air saying, "awesome! He did it even better than last time."

I gave a weak smile unsure what to think of this freckled kid. "Awesome. Well I got to go do something, so I'll catch ya later."

Quickly, I walked away from Charlie who hugged his dragon, congratulating him for his exhausting stunt.

I made my way to the last door on the right, then slowly opened my bedroom door.

As I entered my messy room, I was welcome by the stack of opened books on my nightstand and the many clothes that covered my unmade bed.

I flopped back onto my bed top and gave a sigh while looking at the ceiling. Strange pendulums and amulets dangled above my head.

"Why do I have to live among mortals of everything?" I sighed. "Why not dwarfs or pixies? Their so much more interesting!"

I turned in my side to face a picture on my windowsill.

"If you were here you wouldn't let me live among boring mortals," I said grazing my thumb around the picture frame of my smiling mother.

"Only if you were here..."

...

The morning came by too quickly.
Rushing to get ready for my first
unexciting day of high school, I
stumbled down the hallway while
throwing a shirt over my head.

"No, no, no! I'm late!" I cried. "It's
only my first day and I'm late!"

"Oh boy," Barth laughed as I
nudged a piece of toast in my
empty mouth.

I buckled my pants and flung my bag onto my back.

"Bye! Gonna be super late!" I screamed as I fled out of the front door.

I jumped off the front stairs and booked it down the cobblestone street towards Grove Lake High School, home of the uninteresting mortals.

...

"Aw man," I said staring into the black heart of my top locker. "Stupid mortal inventions."

I slammed my hand in it, knowing that I had tried fifteen times to get it open.

A moment passed before I got a sly gleam in my eyes. "Maybe a little magic could open it-."

"Hey!"

My heart leaped into my throat as I jumped in my spot.

"What magic!" I squeaked. Thank Merlin she didn't hear me.

That girl I met last night walked up to me in faded jeans and a plaid top.

"Will?" She laughed as she approached me. "You go here?"

I shrugged and said, "well I was. Now I'm thinking of transferring to a school that has better lockers."

She rolled her eyes and said, "here, let me help." The girl took the paper out of my hands with the combo code on it and faced my locker.

"So I never quite caught your name," I said nonchalantly while leaning on the lockers.

"I'm not sure if I should tell my stalker that," the girl said as she opened my locker.

She handed back my paper as I cocked my eyebrow.

"But what if I was a friendly stalker?"

"That's doesn't comfort me anymore than it did before," she said folding her arms.

"Okay, well what if instead of a stalker, I wanted to be your friend?" I asked.

She bit her lip in a cocky fashion and said, "better."

I put my stuff in my locker and shut the door as she said, "Rose. Rose Locke."

"Rose," I smiled. It felt comfortable on my tongue. Like a piece of soft chocolate. "Alright, Rose. Tell me where chemistry is?"

"Upstairs, take a left. Avoid getting your head shoved in the trash can, kay? I really don't want to help get gum and old homework off you," she said walking the other direction.

I watched her walk away and she turned to me and say, "see you at lunch."

I waved to her and folded my arms.

"Maybe this won't be so bad."

-...anyone catch the hidden message...-