The woods had a ton of stuff that I had tinkered with from the past few years. There was some old engines, a few skateboards, a treehouse, some pencils, notebooks, flashlights lying around, a lot of stuff from my toolbox, and just stuff that some people would call junk. I stopped my bike and walked over to my nearest find, a wand. No kidding, like a real life wand that looked pretty legit. If only I knew some spells or something...

I got to work, tinkering with it. I didn't want to break it so I had to go really slow. Suddenly, I heard whizzing and banging sounds really, really close to me. Quickly, I ducked down behind a especially thick tree. There, in the clearing, were two boys my age laughing while they wrestled on the ground. Suddenly, a memory bubbled up to the surface

Dad and I were out on the lawn. We had a house that looked over a lake. Dad and I were trying to skip stones in the water, but nothing worked when I did it. It was fine though, I loved looking at dad's rock everytime the stone jumped on the surface of the water. I was over-joyed, dad was smiling ear-to-ear, and mom happily took pictures of us with her cute little old-school camera.

I shook my head and focused on the boys, they seemed normal, except that they wore robes, had a wand like I did-but it wasn't broken, and knew how to do spells. My eyes darted back and forth, trying to see who shot what spell and what it did. Quickly, I grabbed my notebook and started scribbling things for me to try. Petrificus Totalus... Impedimenta... Accio... Once I fix my wand, I'll start doing magic too!

Slowly, the fighting stopped. I peeked around the tree to make sure they had stopped. Then, one of the boys looked straight at me, and said:

''Hey, isn't that Cassiopa Black?''