The Wandless Wizard
I wobble with the backpack tugging at shoulders toward Wolf and his motorcycle still deep in thought. Wolf puts down the book he is reading.
"Here. Put the book in you bag! 'The Power of Pureblood: portrait of America's Most Famous Wizarding Families. Author Marcus Cornell'" He slams the book into my chest. He smirks revenge.
"Why don't you have a wand?" His smirk transforms into a blank stare as my eyes adjust to the harsh sunlight of late summer.
"Uh…" Wolf groans. "I don't have a license."
"Why no license?" I unzip the bag to drop the book inside.
"I broke the rule of no underage magic, or...I got caught," he crosses his arms taking a defensive position.
"Doing what?" I smile softly to gently ask. Wolf is a master at never fully answering a question. He redirects the conversation.
"Where's your wand? Lets see it!"
"I need a core" I sigh. I am defeated.
"You Sages have always been picky!" Wolf laughs at attempt.
"So are you a witch or not?"
"Wizard! Yes, I am a wizard. I am not a squib. I just can't do magic that requires a wand."
"Your father's a wizard?"
"No. He's a jerk."
"Your mother's a wizard?"
"A witch! No. She's not."
"So how are you a wizard?" Wolf rolls his eyes. "My mother's was a witch!" I ask.
"Yes, a powerful one. Hop on. I have an idea where to find you a core. Here."
He hands me a pair of dark sunglasses to put over my eyes and divert my questions. I dare to stare at the sun.
"Sweet! I can see stars!"
"Nice magic trick, from a guy with no wand!" Wolf laughs.
