AN: Last thing I'm writing until I go home on Saturday. Wish me luck on my last two finals!
Disclaimer: I am a college student halfway through finals, not a published author that owns Young Wizards or the Dresden Files.
Title: Ad Astra
Words: 324
Summary: Never mess with a wizard when they're wizarding.
"Oh, fu…" The word died on my lips as I gasped at seeing the Earth from at a distance.
Literally freakin' Stars and Stones—I was in space and I was seeing my darling home planet at some very, very large units of measurement. Toto, I wasn't in Kansas anymore. I was now on the moon.
Magic did this.
Holy shit.
The little hamster that was in charge of moving the wheel of my brain had more or less died from shock. I was standing on the moon, and I was surrounded by some sort of packaged air that came from a library book of all places. The caster of what she'd called a Beam-Me-Up-Scotty, was done by a kid younger than Molly and could probably knock The Winter Queen's socks off with her level of power.
"You—and the—this spell—what?" I babbled.
The girl quirked a dark eyebrow, and wore an amused smile. "Magic." She flipped several pages to the beginning of her large book and showed me what was inside.
It was in a semi-familiar language that I almost wanted to call Arabic from a glance. But that couldn't be right. The letters flowed into words that became concrete forms of thought and speech. Diagrams and numbers were in the margins, showing a series of overlapping circles and knots.
"Magic?" I echoed. "That's magic?"
"I can give you another demonstration," she said. The girl gave her thumb a lick and started flipping again through more pages. "How do you feel about large centipedes and something that's busier than Grand Central? Or whales?" she added. "I'm friends with one."
"I believe ya," I said. I stared at my revolving planet, feeling the cool weight of empty space and borrowed air on my skin. My eyes flickered up and I saw nothing but boundless darkness and a mess of glittering stars. I looked down and there was gray moon dust on my shoes and hem of my duster.
I was in space.
Harry Dresden. Professional wizard. Amateur astronaut.
I should add that to my card.