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.”

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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.

By doubling and redoubling

This story was inspired by a phrase prompt from the WriYe DreamWidth, as well as… well, my own frustration with my barrettes this morning.

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“I don’t think it’s going to work,” Beth said, frowning at Lucy as she fussed with the barrettes.  She chewed her lip thoughtfully.  “Maybe if you used a pin to hold it or tied it at the base with a ribbon?”

“Then, what would be the point in wearing them at all?” Lucy said, taking out the barrette on the left side once again.  She shook her head and heaved a sigh.  “I’ll just have to keep trying until they’re both even and staying put.”

“Maybe put them lower,” Lyall suggested.  When the girl both looked at him, he shrugged.  “If they’re behind your ears, rather than above them, they’ll go in at a different angle.  Maybe they’ll be more secure at another angle.”

Lucy scowled and pulled out the left-hand barrette.  Her eyes brightened when it stayed exactly where she wanted.  Then, she pulled out the right-hand barrette and moved it so that they were even once again.

“That’s rather cute,” Beth said, nodding in approval.

“Yeah,” Lucy started.  Then, her expression darkened and she began fighting with the right-hand barrette.  “Now, this one’s slipping,” she complained.  She fought with it for a few moments and then smiled.

“That worked?” Beth said, blinking.

Lucy shook her head and then nodded.  “They both seem secure now,” she said.  Then, she grinned impishly.  “See, it just took a bit of effort and now I’ve got them.”  When Lyall cleared his throat, she added, “And a helpful suggestion from a friend.  Thanks, Lyall.”

“You’re welcome,” he said, grinning.

Beth shook her head.  “Where’d you learn about barrettes anyway?” she asked, frowning.  “It’s not as though you wear them.  Do you?”

Lyall frowned at her and then rolled his eyes.  “No,” he said, sounding annoyed.  “My hair’s not long enough for little barrettes.  I just… I’ve seen girls wear them, that’s all.”  He crossed his arms over his chest and glared.  “It’s called paying attention.”

“Don’t mind Beth, Lyall,” Lucy said, patting his shoulder.  “She’s not used to boys that pay any attention to her hair.  They’re usually looking at… something else.”  She waved suggestively at where the boys might look.  When Beth flushed, Lyall stifled a laugh.  “What?” Lucy said, grinning.  “It’s true!”

“But you don’t need to tell him that,” Beth said.

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.

Like Strung Diamonds

This story was inspired by a word prompt from the WriYe DreamWidth (diamond-strung) and a picture I found on DeviantArt (Diamond Strung by HouseofDoom).

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Beth did not like spiders.  In her mind, nothing should have that many legs.  Nothing should move the way that spiders moved.  They were creepy in every way imaginable.

So, as she headed across the grounds towards her first class of the day, she was struck by the simple beauty of the webs that hung from the trees that lined the school grounds.

“The dew looks like tiny diamonds strung on wire,” she said, frowning at Lyall.  She shook her head.  “It’s odd that something so utterly creepy can make something so lovely.”

Lyall grinned and nodded.  “It’s how they catch their prey,” he said.  He waved at the web.  “Flies don’t see it and get stuck and then the spider creeps down and wraps them up, so they can eat them at their leisure.”

Beth scowled.  “Nice,” she said, shaking her head.  She shuddered and hurried off towards class.  “Now, all I can think is that they’re death traps.  That’s creepy, Lyall!”

“Beautiful, though,” he said, shrugging.  He stifled a laugh as she ran ahead of him.

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.”

Melting Flakes of Snow

This story was inspired by a word (or phrase) prompt from the WriYe DreamWidth (which became the title).  It starts off sweet and then takes a somewhat dark turn.  Caius is my sister’s character for her stories set at the same school Lyall attends.

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Lyall loved the first snow of the season.  It was when he felt that the snow was the prettiest.  It seemed to come down to tentatively, most of it melting at it reached the ground.  He reached out and caught some flakes in his hand and smiled as each one melted into a dot of water.

The wind shifted and he looked up across the courtyard.  Through the swirling flakes, he could see another figure.  He chuckled and hurried forward, thinking that it was probably Orion or Henry.  It wasn’t until he was nearly beside the other person that he noticed something was very wrong.

It was a girl about his own age.  She wore a heavy cloak and the snow was settling on her head and shoulders and catching in her hair.  However, the swirling wind wasn’t touching her cloak.  Her thick dark hair was untouched by the wind as well.  He froze as he realized that he could see the door leading into the school behind her – through her!

He took a step back and then startled when he heard someone call his name.  “Excuse me,” he said, as he hurried passed her.  He nearly ran Caius over in his rush to get inside.

“Lyall,” Caius said, as he fell into step beside Lyall.  “Who was that girl?  Is she another student?”

“Don’t know and don’t want to,” Lyall said.  His voice shook as he spoke, but not because he was cold.  He gave his friend a weak smile.  “She’s a ghost, Caius, and I’d just as soon put as much space as I can between us, thank you.”

“Right,” Caius said, nodding in understanding.  Ghosts didn’t frighten Caius the way they did Lyall, but at least Caius could comprehend Lyall’s fear.  None of the others could even see the spirits.

Unwanted Attention

This little scene was inspired by a word prompt from the WriYe DreamWidth (prince).

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Lyall bit his lip as his classmates all turned to the page that the teacher had given them. Of course, he’d read it last night, so he had some warning. Still, he wasn’t quite sure what to expect. How would his classmates react?

Lucy was the first to react. “Fletcher?” she said, sounding surprised. Lyall glanced towards her and she arched her brows. “Is she related to you, Lyall?”

“She’s my mother,” he said, ducking his head. He glanced over at Professor Sterling. He could see surprise in the man’s expression. That wasn’t so unexpected. After all, his mother worked with spirits everyday and everyone knew that he was terrified of them.

“People call her the queen of exorcists,” one of his classmates said. “Does that make you a prince, Lyall?”

“All it makes me is embarrassed,” Lyall grumbled, ducking his head.

As a few people chuckled, Professor Sterling cleared his throat. “All right,” he said, glancing around. “That’s enough. Bess, why don’t you read the passage aloud for the class?”

“Yes, sir,” Bess said.

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.

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