"BWAH! After a few seconds he regained his composure. "What in God's name have you done?" Hank was furious with this strange man.
"Nothing to fear; I can easily replace that" And with a waved of his wand another bear can appeared in Bill's hand.
"What in God's name are you doing? Is this some kind of magic trick? Because it's only making me angry!"
The strange man appeared startled, but he regained his composure. "Yes it is magic, Mr. Hill. Or would you prefer Hank?"
"Uh…it's Mr. Hill."
"Mr. Hill," The wizard continued. "We need to discuss your schooling somewhere private."
Against the protests of his friends, Hank decided he had to let the man in.
"Uh we could go into my den; it's only been me and my son, Bobby. My niece Luanne and my wife Peggy have been missing for a while, but they should be back eventually."
"That would be lovely, lead the way, Mr. Hill."
They made their way across Hank's lawn and entered his den.
"So would you like a beer mister…."
"It's Donalbain, and would you happen to have any firewhiskey?"
"Ugh this is gonna be a long day…." Hank got up and went to the fridge to get them both beers.
After a few hours of explanation, Donalbain informed Hank of the wizarding world and how wizards have lived among normal people or "muggles" throughout history.
"Well mister I gotta say you tell one heck of a story, but where do I fit in? I'm just a simple Texan who sells propane and propane accessories. I don't even like magic shows."
"Well, Mr. Hill, Cotton Hill was your uncle, not your father. Your father was a very powerful wizard who was killed in battle. His dying wish was for you to live in America with your uncle and aunt. For some odd reason your letter never got sent until now."
Hank was in shock, Cotton wasn't his father? His father was a magician? Hank couldn't continue his thought because Bobby walked in.
Bobby hadn't changed one bit in recent years; He still retained his boyish humor and his short and chubby stature.
"Hey dad what's u…oh that's a cool costume you have, mister. Dad can I get one of those?"
"Ugh…Bobby go to your room."
"Oh nonsense, Mr. Hill, your son should know about all of this. Son, I'm a wizard and your father is also wizard."
"Oh like those Kids in Waverly Place?"
Hank face palmed himself. "Ugh, Bobby, go to your room."
"But, dad I…"
"Bobby, room, now!"
After that little interruption they continued with their discussion.
"So how do I get to this…uh…Hogwarts? And what will I do about Ladybird? And my boy, Bobby."
The wizard never missed a beat. "Well we will apparate to London to pick up your schooling supplies then we'll go to the train station where you will board a train that will take you to the school."
"Apparate? Is that like a boat or something?"
Donalbain chuckled. "No, Mr. Hill, it's magical teleportation; it's the easiest way to travel. It's quiet simple actually."
"Oh God…I think I'm going to be sick."
"It's ok, Mr. Hill, lie down and rest. I'll be back tomorrow and we can go get your things." With a pop, Donalbain disappeared.
