One Is Enough

This little snippet was inspired by a picture prompt from the WriYe DreamWidth.  It’s not great, but I think it shows the personalities of the characters perfectly.

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9675ed201eefba6c24e537008c2cfb42Lyall scowled at the image.  It showed every different edition of Batman from the various television shows and movies.  He grimaced and then looked at Henry and Orion.  As he looked back at the image, he began chuckling softly and shaking his head.

“What’s so funny?” Henry asked, frowning at the image.

Stifling his laughter, Lyall ducked his head.  “I just was imagining if there were that many… Orions,” he said, shrugging.  He gave Henry a sidelong glance.  “Can you imagine the mischief?”

“He causes plenty enough mischief all by himself, I think,” Henry said, shaking his head.  “That many Orions would push Professor Lindsey right over the edge!”

“Some friends you are,” Orion groused.  He scowled at the picture and then grinned.  “Just one other might be fun, though.”

Dangerously Cheesy?

This little scene was inspired by a picture prompt from the WriYe DreamWidth.  I know that I’m mixing my metaphors a bit with the title (that’s the slogan for Cheetos, not Cheez-its), but I couldn’t help myself.

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Orion froze in his tracks as he came upon the sign that was tacked to the wall.  Turning to Henry, he scowled.  “They aren’t serious, are they?” he asked, frowning.

9c5173e8a0992da24eebdfcfe6d6a653Lyall froze and then looked down at the box in his hands.  Heaving a sigh, he glared at the two boys.  “It’s all your fault,” he said, shaking his head.  “Now, I can’t have my cheez-its at lunch and it’s all because you two can’t leave well enough alone.”

“Where are you going?” Orion called, as Lyall turned and stalked away.

Sighing, Lyall turned back to face them.  “If I can’t have my cheez-its in the cafeteria, I’ll eat them in the courtyard,” he said.  Then, he turned on his heel and headed towards the north courtyard.

Henry chuckled softly.  Looking at Orion, he shook his head.  “The headmistress is over-reacting just a bit, I think,” he said.  “Do you agree?”

Orion shrugged.  “Who knew they reacted that way to fire magic?” he said, his voice soft.  “I mean, it’s not as though we knew there was a spell on those candles in the first place.  It comes of the professors trying to be all mysterious, really.  Not our fault at all.”

“It was pretty funny when they showered down on Professor Boudin, though,” Henry said, grinning.

“Too bad for Lyall that Professor Lindsey didn’t agree,” Orion said, chuckling.  Then the pair headed into the cheez-it free cafeteria.

Not What it Appears

This story was inspired by a picture prompt from the WriYe DreamWidth.  Now that I’ve got my NaNo goal, I can get back to doing these… I saw the picture and wondered, “What would my magic kids think if they saw this dog?”

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Lyall did a double-take when he saw the dog trotting through the courtyard.  He turned to Henry with a scowl.  “Does that dog have pink and blue stripes?” he asked.7b93124f1cbd770990f1fa4406f21640

Henry looked at the dog speculatively for a moment and then shook his head.  “Purple, blue and green,” he said, nodding.  Tilting his head to the other side, he added, “Possibly yellow as well, near his tail and the tail is almost certainly pink.”

Lyall rolled his eyes.  “How did the dog get to be rainbow colored?” he asked, shaking his head.  “I don’t know any spell that does that.”

“Chalk,” Caius said, coming up behind them.  He grinned at Lyall and shrugged.  “Someone was coloring on the sidewalk with it and the dog lay down on their rainbow: rainbow colored dog.”

Lyall blinked and then chuckled at his own foolishness.  “That makes far more sense than a spell,” he said, nodding.

In a Dark Forest

This scene was inspired by a picture prompt from the WriYe DreamWidth.

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8505d8866a47eb28ed5be629569c4ce0Henry frowned slightly as he made his way through the trees. Everything seemed to look the same. There was no clear path and no real undergrowth. There were just… trees as far as the eye could see. In the distance, he thought that he could see the hills that surrounded the school, so he was sure that he was, at least, going the right way.

He heard an odd croaking sound from above and looked up to see a large black bird staring down at him from the branches of a bedraggled pine. A raven. They were birds that were closely associated with magic. Dark wizards tended to keep them for familiars, the same way that light wizards preferred cats.

It’s black bead-like eyes seemed to peer right through him. Shuddering, Henry dropped his gaze and picked up his pace. After a few moments, he lifted his gaze once again. He could still see the hills in the distance. Now, he could also see the rooftops of the school buildings.

Heaving a sigh of relief, Henry glanced back towards the raven. He bit his lip when he realized that it was gone. Whirling back towards the school, he broke into a run. The bird had, probably, just flown. However, he was unnerved enough that he just wanted to put as much space between him and these woods as he could.

A low croak made him skid to a stop. Ahead of him, high in the branches of a tree, was the same raven. Henry didn’t question how it had come to be ahead of him. That hardly mattered. If it was the same bird, and he thought it was, he was even more certain that he didn’t want to stick around. He broke into a run once again.

That’s… odd

This little scene was inspired by a picture prompt from the WriYe DreamWidth.  The title came from my reaction to the picture.

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Sylvester always knew that there were certain things he never wanted to see as a professor.  One of those things was a student running towards him, calling to him frantically.  Such a greeting always meant trouble.

Henry and Lyall skidded to a stop in front of him, panting.  Their eyes were wide with either shock or fear.  “Professor,” Henry said, grabbing his arm.  He shook his head.  “We didn’t mean it!”

“We didn’t,” Lyall agreed, shaking his head vigorously.  He gave a weak laugh and then shrugged.  “Now, though, we can stop it!”

“Show me,” Sylvester said.  Then, he followed the two shaken boys into one of the lavatories.  His brows furrowed when he heard an odd sound, like tapping.  When he saw what was making the sound, he stared in disbelief.

“Make it stop,” Henry wailed.4c034af66803023be21cc50e4db0f5fc

Sylvester stepped over to the tap and turned it, as if he were turning off water.  He sighed in relief when the flow of candy bears stopped.  He turned to the boys and shook his head.  “Do I even want to know?”

The boys looked at each other and then turned back to him shaking their heads.  “Probably not, Professor Sterling,” Lyall said, his voice soft.

Heaving a sigh, Sylvester ruffled his hand through his hair.  He waved his wand and vanished the bears.  Then, he cast the spell to end any other spells cast on the sink.  With just a bit of trepidation, he turned on the tap.  Three sighs were heard when water poured forth.  Nodding, Sylvester turned off the tap.

Looking at the boys, he said, “Detention tomorrow night, yes?”

“Yes, sir,” the boys said.  They fled when he waved a hand in dismissal.  He followed after them and smirked when he saw Clarus.  “Candy bears pouring from the tap.  What were they thinking?”

Clarus chuckled and shook his head.  “Westley and Fletcher are always good for a bit of excitement,” he said, shrugging.  “They like to push the envelope a bit where magic is concerned.”

“That kind of excitement, we can do without,” Sylvester said, shaking his head.

Pull, Don’t Push

This story was inspired by another picture prompt from the WriYe DreamWidth.  It was too much fun to write it!

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4a1de0fa057b323b5a7ff50550604667Henry stepped over to the edge of the grass and frowned at the thing in the middle of the sidewalk.  “Is that…” he trailed off, his mind refusing to put the object into words.

Lyall finished the thought for him.  “A giant zipper,” he said, nodding.

“Let’s open it,” a familiar voice said.

Henry spun on his heel and sighed.  “I’m not sure that’s a good idea, Lucy,” he said, shaking his head.  His brows furrowed.  “I mean… we don’t know what it’s closing.  We could… there might be lava or something under there.”

“Lava would melt a metal zipper,” Lyall said.  He stifled a laugh when Lucy grabbed the zipper pull and began tugging on it.  Then, he blinked.  As she pulled the zipper up the walk, it was leaving sealed blocks in its wake.

“The other way,” he said, catching her arm.  He pointed.  “To open a zipper, you pull it toward the narrow end.  Pulling towards the wider end closes it.”

“So then… it’s already opened,” Henry said, blinking.  At Lyall’s nod, he said, “Then why did you stop her?”

“I want to see what’s inside,” Lyall said, shrugging.  He frowned when Lucy began pushing on the zipper.  “Pull, Lucy,” he said, bringing her around to the flat blocks of the sidewalk.  “Pull, don’t push.”

Together, they tugged on the zipper and, to Lyall’s surprise, it worked.  A gap opened in the sidewalk.  Henry peered into the gap and then screamed when someone popped up out of it.  His scream was met with laughter – familiar laughter.

“Orion?” Lyall breathed.  He grinned when he saw his friend climbing out of the gap.  “What is this?  Did you make it?”

“Professor Schmidt helped,” Orion said, nodding.  He looked up the sidewalk and then grinned at Lucy.  “Thanks for opening it.  I sort of put the pull on the wrong side.”  He turned and looked down into the gap.  “Professor, it worked!”

A tawny-haired man popped up from the gap and grinned.  “Brilliant work, Orion,” he said.  Then, he nodded at Lyall and Henry.  Looking back at Orion, he said, “Once you get the bit with the zipper figured out, it’ll be a dead useful charm, my boy.”

“Bit surreal,” Henry said, shaking his head.  Then, he sighed and threw his arms around Orion’s shoulder.  “Great seeing you, though!”

“We’ve missed you,” Lyall said, nodding.  He looked at the professor and frowned.  “How long can you visit for?”

“A few hours, anyway,” the man replied, climbing out of the gap.  “We have to be back for supper or the headmistress will have my ears.”

Try to Sleep

This little scene was inspired by a word prompt from the WriYe DreamWidth (snore) and… my own experience with people like this.

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Lyall lay in bed, his eyes on the ceiling.  He often had trouble sleeping.  Usually, he was plagued with night terrors that would wake up him and everyone else in the dormitory.  Other times, there was simply so much on his mind that he couldn’t relax enough to go to sleep.  Then, there were the nights when he’d wake feeling as if he wasn’t alone, but that seldom happened at school.

Tonight was like nothing else he’d ever experienced in all his sleepless nights.  The feelings of anger and frustration that flowed through him were nearly as bad as the thing that spawned them.  He ground his teeth as he glanced over at the bed where Henry was peacefully asleep.

“If I smother him,” he whispered into the darkness, “will that make it stop?”

“Why don’t we try making him roll over first,” Orion said, his tone colored with amusement.  Lyall glanced over to find the third boy in their room sitting up in bed.  He ruffled a hand through his hair and sighed.  “Have you ever heard anyone snore like that in your life?”

“I’m surprised he doesn’t swallow his pillow when he breathes in like that,” Lyall said, shaking his head.  He slipped out from under his covers and shook their friend away.  As Henry blinked up at him sleepily, he smiled.  “Roll over or I’ll murder you.”

“Was I snoring?” Henry said, shifting in his bed.

“Yes,” Lyall said at the same time as Orion.  Then, Lyall returned to his bed.  Inwardly, he prayed that he’d fall to sleep before Henry did.  He was certain that Orion felt the same way.

How’s that Work?

This story was inspired by a word prompt from the WriYe DreamWidth (letterbox).  There’s just one more from this month and I’ll be all caught up!

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Orion sat between Lyall and Henry.  Each of them was writing a letter to their parents.  Henry had assured him that there was a way to post the letter to his parents.  In fact, the letter would arrive by the next morning, according to Henry.

Henry was the first one to finish writing.  He folded his letter into thirds and then sealed the flap closed with wax.  Orion finished with his letter and followed Henry’s example.  Then, they waited while Lyall continued to write.

“Lyall?” Henry prompted, after a few minutes.  “We’re both done.  Shall I show Orion how to post letters or do you want for me to wait?”

“I – I’m nearly done,” Lyall said, looking up at them with wide eyes.  He heaved a sigh and then Orion saw his eyes scan the page.  He wrote one more sentence and then signed his name.  After that, he folded the page into thirds and sealed it.  Unlike Henry and Orion, he used a ring to stamp a symbol into the wax before it had cooled and hardened.  Smiling faintly, he nodded.  “All right, let’s go.”

Henry rolled his eyes and then led the way to the far corner of the common room.  He let Lyall open a small red box in the corner.  “Just watch,” Henry said, as Lyall set the letter inside and closed it.  A moment later, there was a dull thump.

Lyall heaved a sigh and then, Henry opened the box.  Orion’s eyes widened.  The box was empty.  “Where’d his letter go?” Orion asked, looking at Henry.  He looked at Lyall.  “Where’d your letter go?”

“The post office,” Lyall said, shrugging.

Henry nodded and put his letter into the box.  “He sent it silently,” Henry said, shrugging.  “You have to tell them where it’s going, by saying the name of the recipient as you close the door.”  He shut the door and said, “Mr. and Mrs. Charles Westley.”  There was a dull thump and Henry opened the box, to show that it was empty.

Orion frowned and nodded.  “All right,” he said.  He set his own letter in the box and shut the door.  Feeling a little embarrassed, he said, “Mr. and Mrs. Apollo Blackburn.”  There was a moment or two of hesitation and then he heard a dull thump.

He opened the box and then heaved a sigh of relief.  The letter, as with the ones that his friends had sent, was gone.  “That’s pretty cool,” he said, shaking his head.

“Teaching Blackburn how to use the letterbox?” Bess said, looking from one boy to the other.  Henry smiled and nodded brightly.  He greeted her, but she didn’t answer him, her gaze going to Orion.  She held up a folded page, shrugging.  “I’ve got to send my own, if you’re done.”

“Sure,” Orion said, as he stepped out of the way.  “Be my guest.”

As they headed back over to the table by the fire, Henry said, “She smiled at me!  Did you see?”

Orion arched an eyebrow at him and glanced at Lyall, who sighed and shook his head.  It was useless to point out that Bess barely even noticed him.  All she wanted was to mail her letter.  Patting Henry on the shoulder, Orion said, “Sure, mate.  Just keep telling yourself that.”