AN- Sorry for not a lotta content recently. School started so that's... just peachy. But I have an awesome new chaptered phanfic for you that I hope you enjoy! I got the idea by listening to "Magic" by the Mystery Skulls and I'm really excited to get this started. So here you go!

Magic

Chapter 1: Marcus the Magnificent

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Ugh, this again...

A hand brought itself down with a thunk on top of the irritating alarm clock, the owner of the hand reluctantly sitting up and sliding his hands down his pale face. The sun was just coming up, but soon it would be high in the sky, and by that time, the raven haired boy would have to be at school. How unfortunate.

"Phil! Breakfast is ready when you are." His mother's voice called from somewhere in the house.

Tossing the duvet off, shivering at the rush of cool air that greeted his skin without the protective barrier to keep it at bay, Phil slipped off the edge of his bed and changed into a galaxy shirt and black skinny jeans, though he didn't pay much attention to that. He rubbed his eyes and stumbled into the adjoining bathroom, straightening his hair and making sure he looked somewhat presentable for the third week of his first year at Uni.

Putting on his mismatched socks with some difficulty as he tried to make his way down the wooden staircase for breakfast, the boy wished slightly that he could be off in his dorm room already, but there'd been a bit of a delay in room assignments as of late. However, that feeling quickly faded as he entered the warmly lit dining room, the sweet smell of waffles wafting throughout the space. His eyes fell on a stack set out on a plate especially for him, his light haired mother smiling as her son took it all in.

"Wow, mum, this is fantastic!" Phil said, his eyes lighting up as he took a seat at the table and started digging in.

Phil's mom laughed a bit, "I'm glad you like it, Phil. Thought you'd appreciate the hot breakfast on a Monday of all days."

Phil groaned slightly, "Ugh, don't remind me."

"Goodness Phil, you already seem like you've been at Uni all year and just can't wait for it to end," Mrs. Lester said, shaking her head, but still smiling a bit.

"That's because I haven't had time to do anything," Phil complained, pausing his waffle scarfing for a moment, "It's just been work, work, work, study, study, study all the time and it's terrible."

"Sounds like you need a break," Phil's mom commented, taking a seat at the table and tossing a newspaper at Phil.

Phil plucked up the paper from the white table cloth, "What's this?"

"Look at the front cover," Phil's mom prodded, her smile never fading as Phil looked down at the parchment.

He was greeted with the sight of a rather handsome young man with dark hair, dark eyes, and a winning smile. He was dressed in a bit of an ornate, black suit with coattails, a white, ruffly dress shirt slightly visible at the top, a black bow tie strung around his neck. One of his white gloved hands held a small, black top hat, tipping it slightly at the reader, in this case Phil, and the other hand gestured to a brightly lit sign that read "Marcus the Magnificent's Magical Week of Entertainment".

Phil's eyebrows drew themselves towards each other slightly, his icy blue gaze tearing itself away from the nice looking boy on the page and back up to his mother, "What?"

"I dunno, I just thought you could go see this 'Marcus'. I've heard a lot about him, he's quite famous actually. Said to have the best magic shows around, and he's coming here for a week of magic shows, all at night for a few hours. Maybe you could go to one and take a break from your studies." Mrs. Lester said, standing up again as she realized that the water for her tea was ready.

Phil looked back down at the charming boy on the front page of the newspaper, "I dunno... magic? It's all fake anyway. Plus I don't really have the time..."

"Well, it was just a suggestion," Phil's mum said as she poured herself a cup of hot water and dangled a tea bag in it, "but I think it would be good for you."

Phil was silent a moment, and then pushed the newspaper a few centimeters away from him, taking up his waffle eating again, "I'll think about it."

-later-

"Hey there, Phil!" Phil heard a voice calling to him as he walked out of his first class at Uni. He smiled as he recognized that the voice to belonged to his friend, Chris.

He turned and saw the brown haired boy sauntering towards him, his other friend PJ following closely. PJ was holding some sort of piece of paper in his hand.

"Hey Chris, Peej," Phil greeted the both of them, pausing on the stone path that cut across the neatly trimmed campus lawn, the sun shining through the tree leaves above, "How are you guys?"

PJ sighed, "Tired."

"Seconded." Chris added.

"Same here," Phil said, folding his arms, "It's only the third week but it feels like its been months. I haven't done anything for myself since we all started here."

PJ's eyes lit up and he exchanged a glance with Chris before holding out the colorful piece of paper he had been holding, "Which is why Chris and I were thinking about going to this. Probably not all of the shows, but at least the first one. We were wondering if you wanted to come with us. It's not too expensive, and that Marcus guy is rather famous for having the best magic shows around."
Phil laughed slightly as he looked down at the piece of paper, which was a colored version of the picture he'd seen in the paper, but with dates and times for all of the shows this week. The first one was that night.

"Okay, okay, clearly the universe is trying to tell me something, because my mum actually suggested I go to this as well," Phil thought out loud, returning the poster to PJ, "Fine. Let's go see how amazing this Magnificent Marcus really is."

"Wooo! Procrastinate! Procrastinate!" Chris chanted.

PJ rolled his eyes, "I bought tickets this morning. They're not the best seats, but they're seats at least. We can meet up outside the venue and I'll give you guys your tickets before we go in."

"Sounds good," Phil agreed, starting to walk off, "I'll see you guys there, then."

"Bye!"

"See ya!"

For the rest of the day, Phil was thinking about the magic show he was going to that night. It was hard not to. A lot of other people were talking about the week long magic shows being put on by Marcus the Magnificent, and how exciting it was that someone that famous was actually in their city. Girls were talking non-stop about how hot he was. Guys were debating how he pulled off some of his most baffling 'magic' tricks. Even a few of the professors admitted that they were going to at least one of the shows that week, and discussed the subject of magic shows for a bit with the students.

Phil had gone from being somewhat reluctant to go to being actually rather enthusiastic about the show. Yeah, maybe the magic wouldn't be real, but that didn't mean it would be any less amazing. He would still have to appreciate the ingenuity and incredible slight of hand Marcus possessed in order to be able to be a world renown magician. Also, he had to admit, Marcus was really, really good looking.

Finally, it was time to meet PJ and Chris at the show. He had taken the tube to a venue nearby where the magic shows would be taking place all week and walked the rest of the way. There was a slight chill in the night air, but it wasn't so cold that Phil had to wear a jacket. In fact, it was pretty nice out for a night in London.

Phil rounded a street corner and spotted the theater for the magic show almost immediately. Flashing lights and fancy billboard signs along with the giant hordes of people gave away the location quite easily. He wondered momentarily how he was ever going to find Chris and PJ in the mass of people waiting outside the door of the theater when he heard a shout from Chris.

"Yo Lester! Behind you!"

Phil spun around and found PJ and Chris walking up to him, eying the crowded space ahead of them excitedly.

"Here you go," PJ handed Phil his ticket, and then Chris his, "you guys ready to dive into a crowd the size of half of London's population to get to our seats?"

"Hell yeah!" Chris exclaimed, already on his way towards the amorphous blob of people, "Let's go see some magic!"

-backstage-

Tick, tock.

Time; people always spoke of how it passed so quickly. The man waiting behind the curtains disagreed. Time was long. It was forever and eternal, crawling along at a snail's pace. Nothing ever sped it up. Not even when he was having fun. Not even when he was performing his shows.

The man stood up from his plush chair, placing his pocket watch back in his suit pocket. He tugged at his white gloves. He straightened his dark brown hair, brushing his fringe out of his matching dark brown eyes.

He looked at himself in the mirror. He looked so young, but he felt so, so old. That was what he liked about his magic shows. They made him feel the age his face portrayed him to be again.

Tick, tock.

It was just about that time. The formally clothed figure quietly picked up his small, black top hat from off the table in front of him and placed it off center on top of his head. He grinned, somewhat sadly at his reflection.

Show time.