"Sirius Black."
"James Potter."
"Remus Lupin."
"Lily Evans."
They all took turns coming up to shake Hawkeye's hand, who was turning various shades of red. He turned back to BJ, who was grinning.
"So you can... you can actually do magic? Oh my God, I can't believe I actually believe you, but you can do magic?"
"Preposterous." Charles finally spoke. "Absolutely louche. This, this, this moron took four innocent children away from their parents in the middle of Korea, dressed them up like his playthings, and gave them a script and little pointy sticks." He was breathing very heavily now, coloring with anger. "He rigged your martini glass with thread, and paid some lowly little Private to stand outside and pull the end so it floated over into his hand. This is one of his ridiculous pranks, Hunnicutt, because MAGIC DOES NOT EXIST!"
"...Oh yes it does." Sirius said, smirking at the obviously distraught Major. He raised his wand, prepared to give him proof, when Hawkeye stayed his wand hand. Smiling thinly, the tall surgeon walked over to his footlocker, completed the combination with ease, and opened it. He pulled out a picture of himself as a boy standing next to his father, with the very first fish he had ever caught. Smiling at it for a moment, he then flipped it over and started pulling out the back.
"Hawk? What are you doing?"
"Hold on, Beej..."
The back popped out of the frame, and Hawkeye fished around with his long, thin fingers until he pulled out what looked like a toothpick. He dropped the picture frame onto his cot and stood up, tapping the little splinter of wood three times against his left palm. It grew before their eyes into a big splinter of wood. Hawkeye twirled it a few times in his right hand, smiling.
"Oak, 14 inches, phoenix feather. Aaaahh, yes, the wand chooses the wizard, young Pierce..." Hawkeye said in a dark, forbidding voice, winking at the four students. "It's been almost three years since I used it. I brought it only for emergencies..."
He whirled around and pointed his wand at Charles, but said nothing. Instead, he just concentrated very hard. And... voila! A moment later, the balding Boston doctor had a full head of hair.
Purple hair.
BJ burst out laughing, and Charles looked humiliated. He had hardly any idea of what Hawkeye had even done to him, but he knew it was bound to be something bad... he closed his eyes as the sounds of laughter filled his ears.
"Honoria... don't you point that stick at me! I'll tell mum'n'dad!"
His older sister laughed, smirking. "How c-c-can you t-tell mummy and daddy if you d-d-d-d-don't have a m-m-mouth?" She pointed her wand at him and cried out a jumble of nonsense, and Charles found himself in the air, floating towards his father's coat rack. There was a short drop, but he didn't fall to the floor – his breeches had caught on a hook, and he was suspended there.
Honoria moved her wand in a jerky fashion and he found himself gagged with something lacy, which he would later find was a doll's dress, as well as being bound at the wrists. As young Charles hung there, hot tears running down his cheeks, he heard his sister laughing as she skipped off.
Mum and dad were always so proud of her for being a witch... especially dad... after Honoria got her letter, nothing he did could please his father...
"Wait... Beej... where did those kids go?"
Hawkeye was looking around frantically. Suddenly his bright blue eyes went wide as they caught sight of a ripple of black material fluttering in the breeze, just before it whipped through a doorway and out of sight.
They were in the Mess Tent.