How to be a Magician
By Mutitoon90
Based from 'Mickey and the Magician'
Chapter Seven: A Lesson in Promises
You woke up with a headache and a painful bump on your head. As you sat up, you looked around for a moment, trying to remember why you were not in your bedroom. It takes you a few more moments before your memory returned to you, and not before you heard two familiar voices.
"Oh, no!" You gasped out, remembering your chore and promise, "Mister M! Jiminey!"
You tried to stand up, but your legs were not willing to co-operate with you, causing you to return to the floor with a loud thud.
"Be careful, kiddo." The voice of Chap rang into your ears, "You got pretty banged up when you tried to stop the broom, so I'd recommend that you stay put."
"What happened?" You sat up again, but you stayed on the floor.
"After you got knocked out," Chap answered back, "Mister M. came in the Magic Room and found it a bigger mess than it was supposed to be. Jiminey hopped up and expIained that your magic got a little out of control."
"A little?" You asked as you looked around the room, which was a very big mess at that time.
"That was my thought exactly!" Chap did not attempt to lie, "However, since you were out like a blown-out candle, Mister M. did not get too mad, yet."
"I can't blame him if he did." You felt lower than you ever had in your whole life; Mister M's expections of you were higher than everyone else in your life, and you felt that you had let him down.
"(Your Name)?" You heard the voice of Mister M., and you looked up at the magician looking down at you.
Jiminey, who was with the magician, hopped off the shoulder of your mentor and landed on yours.
"Are you all right?" The cricket expressed her concern about you.
"I think so." You groaned as you grabbed your head, which was in pain.
"Let me see that bump on your head." Mister M., who had a medical kit with him, started to take care of the bump on your head.
"Ow!" You reacted to the medication being applied to your wound.
"Just hold still, (Your Name)." Jiminey stated as Mister M. did his work for your cut.
"I do hope you weren't clowning around when you're supposed to have been cleaning." Mister M. sharply stated to you, and you replied, "I was."
"I can vouch for her." Jiminey chimed in, hopping to your defense.
"Of course, I believe her and you, Jiminey." Mister M. started to speak, and Chap interjected himself into the conversation.
"I've seen it myself, even if she didn't stick to the job for the whole time."
You flinched in worried; Chap just exposed that you were not working on the cleanliness of the Magic Room for the whole time.
"Oh, dear..." Jiminey pulled out a handkerchief and wiped his brow with it; he was just as nervous as you were.
"(Your Name)?" Mister M. asked you, "What happened in here?"
Knowing that he was not going to let up on the question, you told him the truth about cleaning up the Magic Room and that you have met the Magic-makers. Once you had finished telling him what happened, the older magician spoke in a calm voice.
"I see. That's good to hear."
You were confused about hearing that statement, and as if he were hearing your thoughts, Mister M. explained himself and the meaning of the statement to you.
"There was a reason that I've told you to clean up the Magic Room; this room is were I send those who wish to learn magic to clean up. You've met the Magic-makers, and that means that you're destined to become a Magic-maker youself, (Your Name)."
"Really?" You asked, not really believing your own ears at what was told to you, and you were not the only one, since you also heard Jiminey's voice say the same thing.
"That's right." Mister M. nodded to you and your friend, "Since you've met all five of them, I'd say you're ready to learn your final lesson."
"My final lesson?" You asked your mentor, unsure if you were ready for the lesson.
"The lesson of keeping your promises." Mister M. smiled as he spoke to you.
"But how?" You asked, expressing your self-doubt to your mentor and your friend, "You're seeing what happened the last time I've used magic."
"(Your Name)," Mister M. placed a hand on your unoccupied shoulder, opposite of Jiminey Cricket, "messing up on magic is not uncommon, (Your Name), and every Magic-maker has made mistakes."
"Yeah!" Jiminey hopped up again, speaking to you, "Remember Queen Elsa and her story?"
"I remember." You answered the question.
"See?" Mister M. spoke to you, "Everyone makes mistakes, and no one has ever learned anything from getting everthing right the first time.
Hearing that made you feel better, but you were still feeling very unsure about using magic again. However, Jiminey and Mister M. was willing to encourage and help you to try again.
"Remember the words the Fairy Godmother taught you?" Mister M. asked, and your response was a nod of your head.
"Then, use those magic words." Jiminey told you to do, "She did say that you needed to practice your magic."
"All right..." You were still unsure about your abilites in magic.
"Don't worry about it." Mister M. smiled even bigger, "I trust you, and I know you can do it."
Hearing this, you felt better about trying your magic once more.
"What's the worst that could happen?" Chap chimed in, and that made you feel bad. However, the talking hat was able to lift your spirit by saying, "If you don't stop trying, you'll get it right sooner or later."
With a heavy sigh, you felt the tension in your body flood out of you and felt a powerful wave of relief wash over you.
"Thank, guys." You said with a smile on your face.
Then, you looked at Mister M. and asked, "Do you have a wand I come borrow?"
Mister M. smiled brightly and said in response, "I don't think you're going to need the wand this time."
"All right..." You did not like the sound of what Mister M's response to your question, but you knew that if Mister M. had faith in your magic and how you can use it, all you really have to do was try.
Taking a deep breath, you waved your hands and said the magic words.
"Bibbidy bobbidy boo."
As you said those words, you felt the magic come out and affect the Magic Room, and you could hardly contain your excitement. However, you remembered what happened the last time and managed to calm yourself down long enough to let your magic to your work.
The crates returned to their proper places, the dust and dirt rose from the floor and many other items, and the ceiling started to light up, like the stars in the night sky.
"Wow!" You heard Jiminey exclaimed as the Magic Room straightened itself up, and that made you feel great.
Once the work was done, Mister M. patted you on the shoulder and said, "Well done, (Your Name)!"
"You did it, (Your Name)!" Jiminey hopped up and down in excitement, and that caused you to smile.
However, you were surprised at what happened next, and it came from Chap, who flew from his place and to right above your head.
"I was hoping that you prove youself as a Magic-maker, and at the risk of making myself a pun, you're the tops, kiddo!"
Then, he flipped himself and landed right on your head, and that truly made Mister M. really happy.
"You did it, (Your Name)! You're now a true Magic-maker!"
While you were filled with joy by your mentor's praise towards you, you could not shake a feeling that he was mistaken about your capabilites, and you did voice them to him.
"Mister M., I'd have to disagree with you."
"What!?" Mister M., Jiminey and Chap exclaimed in shock of your statement, but you were quick to explain the reason behind your choose of words.
"While I'm honored that I'm being considered a Magic-maker, really, but it's just that I don't feel like I'm ready to be one; I feel like I've got a lot left to learn."
"That's great to hear!" Mister M. exclaimed, and that surprised you greatly, causing you to ask, "Why is that?"
"The greatest Magic-makers aren't the ones that think they know everything about magic," your mentor told you in response, "but they are those that know that they have a lot more to learn about magic."
"Even those that already have titles?" You asked, sincerely surprised about how the other Magic-makers were still learning about magic themselves.
"That's right!" Jiminey chimed in, "All of them know a lot, but I know from the Blue Fairy that even she has a few more things to learn."
"Well," you sighed in relief, "that really makes me feel better."
"And I'm glad to hear that." Mister M. smiled at you, before he pulled out his pocket watch and checked the time, and that caused him to say, "It's now time to go home, (Your Name).
"Really?" You asked, disappointed about that it was time to go, especially after making friends with the other Magic-makers.
"Don't worry about the other Magic-makers." Mister M. noticed your sadness, "They'll be back, and when you least expect it."
You took a moment to collect your thoughts and responded, "All right."
Taking the lead of Mister M., you and Jiminey exited the Magic Room and left the manor to start your journey home in the twilight of the on-coming night. You really wanted to see your new friends and fellow Magic-makers, but you had the hope of seeing them again.
As you started off, you had a strange feeling creep up your spine as if you were being watched, and you were not the only one with the odd feeling.
"(Your Name)?" Jiminey asked, sounding un-nerved, "I think something weird is going on."
"I was thinking the same thing." You admitted, feeling worried about the situation.
Both fearful and curious, the both of you turned around, and the both of you were surprised to see who was looking at the both of you.
"No way." You exclaimed upon seeing the Magic-makers that you have met that day.
In the window on the first floor, there were the Fairy Godmother, Lumire, Rafiki, the Genie, Elsa and even Olaf were waving at you and Jiminey. You and Jiminey giggled as Olaf pulled off one of his stick arms to wave it higher than his own snowy head.
You and Jiminey waved back at the Magic-makers, before you started off to Jiminey's home and then to yours, knowing that tomorrow was a brand new day with a magical light of hope shining from inside your heart.
The End
