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Tom's POV

Rachel and I found each other after our last classes as we had different electives for our last period. We put our books in our lockers and then went out to the pickup line, looking for our parents. Rachel managed to find her father before I saw mine.

"Hey Tom, ready to go?"

"Not yet," I said, looking over to see if I needed to stall before Rachel could get her father over here.

"Are you waiting for someone?" Dad asked as I noticed Rachel pulling her father over in my direction.

"Um yeah," I nodded as they got close. "Dad, this is Rachel's dad."

"Paul," He held out a hand which my dad gladly took and gave it a shake.

"Michael," My dad said and after a moment let go of his hand. "Nice to finally put a name to the face." I guess he had briefly seen him when he came to pick Rachel up that one day. "So I hear you and your daughter live in the neighborhood?"

Paul nodded. "Yes, I do, a block down from you. It's a newer arrangement."

"Rachel started at school shortly after I left." I chimed in.

"Ah," Dad nodded, understanding. "I'm sorry we weren't properly introduced before now." But back then, it had been a difficult time. It was a miracle that we remembered when to eat.

"Better late than never, I suppose," Paul chuckled. "Anyways, Rachel was wondering if you'd be alright with Tom popping over for a bit."

"They did mention this weekend—"

"Tonight."

Dad looked down at me. "Tom, it's a school night." I sighed, knowing that he would bring that up. He didn't usually like me going out on school nights. And I knew that it would be hard to swing, especially with everything lately.

"I've already done my homework."

"Really?" Dad seemed surprised.

"I can show you," I would if I had to. "Please dad!"

"It's just that my wife actually gets custody of the kids for the weekend and she lives a bit further away." Paul explained. I didn't know that. I guess that was also why Rachel had really wanted me to come over tonight. "She actually will be taking Rachel and her brother tonight after dinner."

"And technically it's the weekend after tomorrow," Rachel added. "There's no school Thursday and Friday because of conferences."

"You didn't tell me about those, Tom,"

"I forgot," I actually had forgotten about them, but I usually tried to keep those secret from him. The teachers would use say that if I wanted to do better that I had to pay attention or whatever. I hated conferences for that reason. "So…can I go?"

Dad thought for a moment.

"And if you're alright with it, I always make too much food, so Tom can stay for dinner. And you can join us, if you'd like."

"That's nice of you to offer," Dad looked down at Rachel and I, we were both begging. "Alright, you can go."

"YES!" Both Rachel and I exclaimed.

"We don't usually eat until around seven, I can give you a call when we're about to eat, so you can join us." Paul added.

"Thank you," Dad looked at me. "Have fun, Tom." He patted my shoulder and then I followed Rachel quickly into her dad's car.

A minute later, Paul followed us back to the car and then drove to the house. The house was bigger than the one Dad, Gran, and I lived in. It was painted a navy blue with a tan-colored door. There was a basketball net that was pushed off to the side and I was almost sure I could see a net in the back for playing football.

"Here we are!" Paul announced as he parked and turned off the car.

Rachel got out first and then I followed her inside. She dropped her backpack on the ground next to the door and then ran off into one of the rooms. I took off my shoes and then went to follow her. I noticed her wrap her arms around an older boy's neck.

"Rachel!" The boy dropped what he was doing. "What are you doing?" He then looked over and noticed me. "Friend of yours?"

"That's Tom," Rachel looked at me. "This is my brother Bentley."

"Is he your boyfriend?" Bentley asked Rachel and she let go of him and gave him a shove.

"Of course, not!"

I shook my head as well.

"Maybe not yet," Bentley commented. "But just you wait. You'll eat your words in a few years. Wedding bells will ring and…" He was cut off by Rachel hitting him in arm and I began to blush.

"Shut up!"

"Now if you'll excuse me, I am in the middle of the championship!" Bentley held up his game controller and then resumed whatever game he was playing.

"Benny!" I heard their father yell. "Did you do what I asked you to do yet?"

"Not yet, but I will soon."

"Well, I think your thumb workout can wait," I couldn't help but a laugh at that, though I tried to hide it. Rachel didn't bother trying to hide the laugh. "Come do your chores. It won't take long."

Bentley groaned. "Why can't Lorenzo clean up before he leaves for the night?"

"Benny, just come do it."

Bentley groaned one more time before getting up. "Don't touch it." He looked at Rachel and only glanced at me briefly before going into the kitchen.

Why did they have to call him Benny?

"He's actually quite nice, except when he's gaming," Rachel added as she then pulled upstairs and brought me into her bedroom.

"So, you call him Benny?" I asked.

"Sometimes," It took a moment before Rachel caught on to my discomfort. "Not all Benny's are awful. But I'll keep it in mind not to call him that while you're here." I nodded thankfully. I knew it was probably stupid, but I couldn't help it. Just hearing that name made me think about him and that was the last thing I wanted to think about right now. "Now come on!" Rachel pulled me onto her bed and then we started jumping on it.

A smile quickly appeared on my face and I began to laugh with her.

"Did you close the door?" Rachel asked and I nodded.

"Yeah, why?"

"I want to show you something," Rachel stopped jumping and made sure her windows were covered by the curtains. "But you have to keep it a secret and not tell anyone. Can you do that?"

I nodded. "What kind of secret?"

"One that nobody can know about."

I nodded. I could manage to keep a secret. I had one big one of my own.

We both started jumping again and as we did, Rachel said something that I wasn't able to make out and then she snapped her fingers. Then a bunch of the objects in the room started floating, including each other. I looked around frantically and then back at her realizing what had just happened. Was this for real? Could she be…?

"You're…" I couldn't even get the words out.

"A wizard." Rachel finished.

"You are," I honestly couldn't believe this and I didn't mean the spell she had cast. I couldn't believe that I knew a wizard that was my age.

"I have to tell you something—"

"I know you're a wizard, Tom," Rachel cut me off before I could speak.

"You know?"

"The spell you did in the canteen. I had come back just before you cast it and I saw you—snap your fingers and the magic—I saw you do magic." Rachel explained. "That's why I knew I could trust you with this."

"Is that why you wanted to be my friend?"

Rachel shook her head. "I talked to you before you cast the spell, remember?" I did remember, but I wondered if being a wizard as well made her more willing to get to know me. "I will be honest, knowing this made me want to know you more, but that wasn't the reason I talked to you. I liked you before that and this."

"Is this real?" I honestly couldn't believe it. "You're really a wizard too?"

"I am—my whole family is."

"Everyone?"

"My dad, my mum, and my brother as well." Rachel nodded. "Is it different with your family?"

"I got magic from my mum. She and my gran had magic."

"So you're dad's an unenchanted?"

I nodded, looking down a bit.

"That's alright, the man my dad's dating is an unenchanted—as far as he knows at least."

"I don't really know much magic—my dad doesn't understand and he thinks I'm not ready."

"Does he know about Monday? You using magic?"

I nodded slowly. "But I think finding out about Benny may have softened the blow." I was thankful for that, solely because I didn't want him to take away magic. I only knew some spells but losing it altogether seemed worse than dealing with Benny every day. "He doesn't understand—my magic is the only thing I really have left of my mum."

"Did you ever explain that to him?"

"He doesn't understand magic and it would upset him talking about mum—" I knew he said we could talk about her, though I knew this specific thing might be too much. Even for Gran, let alone him. "Its just really hard not having anyone to talk with."

Rachel took my hands. "Well, now you have somebody."

I smiled but then we fell onto the bed.

"Will you get in trouble for using magic?"

"The only thing I would get in trouble for is showing you—since they wouldn't know you're a wizard," Rachel answered. "But my parents having been teaching us spells for as long as I can remember."

"Really?" It was so weird to hear that. Mum had showed me some when she was alive, but not that many. And dad seemed to think the little bits Gran showed me were too much. I was young and they all thought I couldn't handle it. It was strange to see different opinions on the matter. "But, you're going to tell them?" Eventually, they would find out. I knew that much.

"Maybe," Rachel shrugged. "But we should have some fun with it first."

"What kind of fun?" I asked. What could be more fun than flying? I didn't even know how to do that.

"Well, can you teach me how you did that spell in the canteen? Because I might have a fun idea on how to mess with Bentley." Rachel smirked.

"That was an accident."

"Well, this time it won't be," Rachel seemed to have a mischievous side. "Come on! Please!"

"Alright, I will teach you the words." I reluctantly agreed. "But how exactly did you want to mess with your brother?"

"You'll see." Rachel smiled.

Rachel took me outside into the backyard and then under the big tree. There was a patch of mud right where the fence was and it seemed to go pretty deep. It didn't take me long to realize what Rachel had in mind and I wasn't sure about it.

"You have to say the spell exactly like you did and I'm going to get Bentley out here," Rachel explained.

"I don't know…"

"Come on," Rachel was pleading. "It will be really funny."

I knew this was probably a bad idea. But I couldn't bring myself to tell her 'no'. "Okay," Is all I said and then I waited for her to tell me when. I knew we had to time it right.

"Bentley!" Rachel called out, poking her head inside. "Come here! You have to see this!" Rachel waited a few moments before turning back to me. "Do it!"

I muttered the spell exactly how I had before and then waited.

Bentley came out into the yard, sliding the door shut behind him. "What is it?" He asked and then almost instantly was hit in the face with a pile of mud. And then seconds later dozens of mud piles starting flying. Rachel laughed and let out a shriek as one hit her and then she ran for cover, over towards me as Bentley continued to get hit.

"GET COVER!" Rachel and I yelled as we couldn't really contain our laughter.

"Rachel! Stop this!"

"No way!" Rachel called back and then took cover again, looking at me as she covered her mouth to muffle the laughter. I didn't bother.

Eventually, it all stopped and then we watched from our hiding place as Bentley wiped the mud from his face and then scanned the yard for us. When he found us, it was obvious he was not pleased. "I told you this might not be a good idea." I turned to Rachel, feeling nervous at what was going to happen now.

"Are you mad?!" Bentley yelled.

"What is going on out here?" Rachel and I both blanched at hearing her father's voice. "Benny, why are you—"

"Ask your daughter." Bentley wiped more mud from his face. "She used magic." He said it in a whisper but I managed to hear it.

"Rachel!" She hesitated before going over to her father. "What were you thinking? And in front of—you cast a spell—"

"She didn't!" I shouted, standing up. "I did!"

"You?" Both Bentley and her father questioned.

"He's a wizard too." Rachel said before I could.

"You are?"

I nodded slowly.

"But this was my idea." Rachel added quickly. "Tom didn't want to do it."

"That I'll believe." Bentley glanced at her.

"Isn't this cool? I have a wizard friend!"

"That it is," Her father replied and I was surprised by that. "Now how about you two go get changed. You can come wait inside Tom."

I followed them and in and before heading upstairs, Rachel whispered, "And I told you this was going to be fun." I couldn't help but smile a bit; it had been so far.

While Bentley and Rachel went upstairs to get changed, I followed her father upstairs when he asked me to follow. He asked me if I wanted to see something cool and I nodded. We then stood outside a closet door where he knocked, "Chamber of Dove, open to me, reveal yourself on the knock of three." He said the words and then knocked a third time. As I expected, a chamber appeared once he opened the door.

"Wow," I said as I followed him in. "I didn't know every family had one."

"Of course they do."

"Mr. Dove—"

"Please, you can call me Paul."

"Paul," I corrected myself. "Rachel said that you teach them magic."

"I do."

"When did you start?"

"Well, I felt they were ready about the time they started first grade."

"Really?"

"I get the feeling it's different in your family."

I nodded. "My dad is an unenchanted and he thinks I'm not ready—that I'm too young."

"Everyone is different and not having magic himself probably makes it a bit difficult." Paul said. "Every family is different. Some families start their kids young with lessons, some wait until they are eighteen. Some don't want them to learn at all and it has to be their choice."

"Some don't let them learn at all? Ever?" That sounded crazy.

"I've met a family like that," Paul nodded. "I don't agree with it. But like I said, it's their choice and every family is different."

"Why do you teach them early?"

"Well I think it's better the younger you start. And learning magic, has a great responsibility in it. There's history that goes into it which I think it important for them to learn. And frankly, if anything were to happen to my kids, I'd like them to have a way to defend themselves." Paul explained.

I bit my lip, thinking about my mother. Maybe if I knew magic, I could have saved her. I could have been able to protect myself so she didn't have to.

"But again, that's just my opinion. Everyone has a different approach and they can be right in their own way."

"I guess," I wasn't going to mention my mother. "This stuff is cool." We had a bunch of stuff in our chamber as well, but these things that Mr. Dove—Paul had were different. Not only that, I could feel all the magic in here.

"Would you like me to show you a few things?"

"Can you?"

"Of course," But then he hesitated. "I do hope your father won't mind."

"He won't." I said quickly. He can't mind what he doesn't know.

Paul showed me a few objects that he mentioned were his a few personal favorites. Then sometime while he was doing that, Rachel came in and joined us. Her hair was wet and brushed back, and she was wearing a shirt that was too big for her.

"Have you been showing him everything?"

Paul chuckled. "Just a bit."

"Can I show him some stuff too?"

"I think you've shown him enough for one day," I knew that he was talking about the spell Rachel cast to show me that she was also a wizard. "You only have two spells left,"

"Fine," Rachel pouted and I tried not to laugh. "Has he met Lyra yet?"

"Our Phoenix," Rachel pulled me over to the corner. "Huh, where did she go?"

"She's probably sleeping,"

"Lyra!" Rachel called. "Duck!" Rachel and I both crouched down when suddenly a big red bird flew over our heads. "There she is!" The bird landed in front of us and it's feathers were as red as a fire. "She protects our family."

"Cool," It was almost kind of what Randal Moon did for ours, though Gran said he was there more to guard our chamber and that is why he could never leave. I once thought of it like a family pet and Randal Moon was outraged. So I did not dare say that about their bird.

"Alright, enough, let Lyra rest and we better get a start on dinner," Paul urged us out of the chamber.

"He just wants to get ready for Lorenzo coming over,"

"Hush now!"

Rachel giggled. "They are in love!"

"What did I say?" Paul was not pleased by that. But that only made me think it was true more. "Now come help me."

"Get Bentley to do it,"

"I was going to until you pulled that outside with that magic,"

Rachel bit her lip.

I leaned over and whispered, "Again, told you it was a bad idea." Even with how much fun it had been.

"Get a move on!" Paul turned to me. "You can help too if you'd like Tom." Why did I have the feeling in the pit of my stomach that this dinner was going to be interesting?

A/N: We met some of Rachel's family in this chapter and it turns out there was more than Rachel just knowing about Tom having magic. It ended up getting very long, so I decided to split up the chapter a bit. So the dinner will be next. Rachel's father, Paul, and her brother, Bentley, are portrayed by Richard Madden and Connor Lawson.

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