It's a curious thing, a magic wand. You're walking through the woods and you find a stick. Slightly bent, probably oak. You pick it up, snap the twigs sticking out of it, forming a crude sort of wand. A rustle. Your head jerks up, and you stare at the bushes. Trying to scry your future in it.
Something connects with the back of your neck. A rubber band. You wheel around, facing your little brother. He's giddy with terror, eyeing the pseudo-wand. You point it at him, grinning at the ashen horror on his face, and shriek, "And I'll turn you into a toad!" It was only a joke. But jokes can burn. For your little brother isn't there anymore. A tiny amphibian is staring back at you with bulging eyes. That wand is no longer pseudo.
Eh, it got an A. there is more, but I lost it... tell me if you want me to renew my searches and try t find the rest of it. Sorry it's so short...