“Alright you two! I’m heading to practice! Remember that there are no boys allowed in our room, Abby!” I heard Katie tease James and me as we were packing out things in the classroom. Not to long ago, our seating arrangements changed and with it, it revealed that the mysterious boy that I saw a few nights ago that owned his own wand was not only in the same history class as me, but also my desk neighbor. Since then, I’ve been trying to catch his attention but it would seem his is very concentrated in dodging eye contact.
“It’s not like that!” I yelled at her as we both watched her leave the room. I looked over at James as he was packing in a hurry. I knew he was trying to make a break for it. “Hold it there, mister.” I said as I grabbed his robe. He instantly flinched as he turned his head to make eye contact with me.
“You and I need to have a talk.” I said to him as he nodded his head nervously.
“Y-you’re not going to hurt me…are you?” He asked, his voice obviously showing that I intimidate him.
“Only if you don’t answer my questions correctly.” I warned him as I zipped up my backpack with my other hand and lugged it over my shoulder. “You and I are going to have a long chat about what happen that night and I want some questions answered.” I said to him as I ‘guided’ him out of the building and towards one of the few cafés that was near the campus boarder.
“Look Abby…it’s against the rules for me to talk about that kind of ‘thing’ with other people.” He said to me as I continued ‘guiding’ him with a hand on his back and ‘gently’ pushing behind him to move.
“Say what you want, but right now, we’re both in the same boat here…” I said as we made it to the café. “Go in and order-“
“…go in and order a latte for me and whatever you want then come outside. I’ll be sitting right over there.” I said, pointing to a bench that was away from other coffee drinkers. “If you so much go anywhere else, I’ll hex you.” I bluffed as I saw him frown at me.
“Y-you wouldn’t dare…!”
“Try me.” I said as I raised my left hand up, allowed my sleeve to drop a bit revealing the tip of my wand. He nodded his head quickly as I saw him walk inside the café to make the orders.
Ok…maybe that was bit much. Heck, I don’t even know how to hex someone. But right now, he is the best source of information I have. If he has that wand, he must know something. The way he’s reacting to me having a wand implies that he knows something about magic. Right now, he’s the key in showing if Salem is really as weird and magical as everyone says it is. To go even further…he is the key to revealing if magic exists.
I watched as James picked up our orders and walked outside. He looked over to where I told him I would be sitting and came towards me. Placing the drinks down, he slowly sat in the seat directly in front of me as I took a sip of my latte. The moment was now. Some, if not, all of my burning questions will be answered!
“So who or what are you…?” I started as I lowered my cup.
“What am I? I’m you. Er…well, I’m like you.” He said as he took his own sip of coffee to calm him down.
“And what is that?”
“You know it’s against the rules to talk about this kind of thing out in the public! Especially around the school itself!” He said as I sighed at his stubbornness.
“We’re isolated away from everyone and I saw you with your wand. If we’re both the same then there is no problem talking about it.” I said to him, trying to be a vague as possible so that he can fill in the blanks for me.
“…but if word gets out.”
“We’ll both be in trouble if word gets out. Thanks to my friend’s big mouth, you’re now associated with me, and in turn, now associated with her. Your reputation went from whatever it was before to ‘friends with Katie’. You’re an outcast now.” I said to him, taking another sip. Though I didn’t want to think of Katie and me in that way, we are outcast in all sense of the word. She is the weird kid looking for things that don’t exist and I’m the friend that hops along with her. “Besides…you’re the first person I have come across that has a wand like mine. I thought it would be nice to talk to someone that shares the same ‘secret’. Unless we’re not the same.”
“No…no…we’re both the same. That I am sure.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well…only wizards and witches have wands, right? Otherwise we’re just two kids with sticks in our sleeves."
“So what you’re saying is that you’re a wizard? And you can cast magic?”
“Well…yeah. Can’t you?”
“…of course…” I said, not really sure if I was telling the truth, or lying and uncovering one of the biggest mysteries of the world.