Chapter 5- Magic Burst:

Sena:

I blew a single piece of blue hair out of my eyes and then continued looking at my book, HexerBuch derZaubersprüche, also known as Spellcaster's Book of Spells. I never really considered myself of a spell caster, or a witch because what I did wasn't really the work of a witch. Witches, while some were good, used the magic of the Black Book- in other words, they were dark magic casters. I, on the other hand, used magic of the light- pure white magic. Though the two are often confused, there was a difference.

Magic 101 For Dummies- 1. Black Magic was a big no-no and very dangerous (Nekozawa's club, I learned, was mostly fake but the few things they did was actually white magic and not black but I didn't have the heart to tell him). 2. Whatever you do, do not mess with magic if you have no idea what you are doing. 3. Magic isn't something you just learn. It's a natural-born gift.

Since I was from Germany, I learned magic from my German buds, but I learned a bit in America. Every country had its own 'brand' of magic, so to say. To be a real professional spell caster you must've learned at least five spells from about 50 different countries and they can take a while. Either way, my magic wasn't very advanced, so to say. It was really simple. I was once told that I had the potential to be a really great spell caster, but I think magic tricks was more of my calling.

I could have used magic in my performances, but I very solemnly do. I actually learned real magic tricks, like a real magician and I used those instead. Real magic was my…back up plan. I used it to do good-luck charms before my performances, and if something goes wrong- a quick charm to make it right. It was my confidence.

I was happy to be a spell caster, not a witch. The number of bad spell casters was very low, where as the number of witches-gone-bad was extremely high. Not only that, but I knew a few witches that were very 'stereotypical.' They had brooms, cauldrons, etc. Though, there were some witches that hated those stereotypes too.

Spell casters also weren't as well known. We were more complex. We had a larger history. That was another difference between witches and spell casters. Witches- most of them were evil, more did black magic than white magic, almost anyone could become a witch (if they have just a teeny tiny amount of that natural-born gift). Spell casters- mostly good, more did white magic than black magic, not just anyone could do it. Most of the time, people were born into a family of spell casters then grew up to be a spell caster themselves. Someone who did become a spell caster later in life had to actually have a spell caster in the family somewhere down the line. There were only female spell casters as well. The males of the family could do workable potions, but not actual spells, charms, or hexes. It was for that reason that in Spell Caster communities that females were viewed as higher in rank. I had found a community of Spell Casters in Germany- it was charmed so that it was hidden to anyone but spell casters. Since spell casters were mostly kind and loving in nature, they took me in when they found me (I was about five years old, my parents were assumed dead). I lived there until I moved to America.

Witches, however, were a bit different. I knew a few good ones, and a few bad ones (I met them in America). Their communities were simply based on magic-abilities. In other words, how well you good could do magic. They were okay people- most of the time. But it was charmed to be hidden to everyone but witches and spell casters (the two often conversed. It wasn't like spell casters and witches hated each other. We were just slightly different in a few things and weary).

Either way, I loved using my magic when I did- again very solemnly did I use it. I mostly did charms though. I wasn't a fan of hexes- but if that Umbridge-like secretary suddenly pulls out a blood-quill, then she'll be hexed faster than she could say 'stupefy'.

I giggled. I loved Harry Potter. I had watched all the movies, read all the books, in my free time. I was introduced to it in America by one of my witch friends and BOOM- I was instantly hooked. I turned my attention back to my book. I was working on spells- not exactly my specialty since I lacked focus sometimes. Not only that, but some spells were in Latin. Due to my German accent, Latin spells were a bit harder for me because pronunciation had to be perfect.

"Pristisapparet," I said confidently in Latin and a bunny appeared. My face dropped,

"You were supposed to be a dragon," I pouted. The bunny crinkled its nose and I smiled. I petted its fur,
"I don't suppose you breathe fire, do you," I giggled.

I giggled as the smoke blew up in Nekozawa's face. I was a bit glad it didn't land on me because it would have stained my black purse which was on the floor (it was red smoke). Nekozawa's face seemed a bit colored red as well. He coughed and I looked at him amused- least he's okay. I looked into the pot, but I was pulled backwards by Nekozawa,
"Sena-chan! Be careful, I don't know if it will explode again."
I blushed lightly and then giggled,
"I'll be okay, Neko!"

He seemed a bit flustered and then left momentarily to get new ingredients. I looked into the pot. It was supposed to be black- but instead it was a light red color. If Nekozawa gets the same ingredients, it still wouldn't work. My sixth sense (my gut/magical sense) told me that it needed something…more. But I couldn't quite place it. So instead, I waved my hand over it,
"Drehenund wenden, die Farb bewegt, werden die schwarz Sie waren zu sein. Beheben."

The spell was in German, and if translated to English probably wouldn't sound as mystic as it did in German. Either way, the potion inside the pot turned as it slowly changed to a black color. I smiled and then I heard something break. I turned to see Nekozawa- watching me with a shocked expression. In his hand was broken glass- a tube he must have gripped too hard,
"You're a real witch," he said as a large smile slowly spread across hi face,"the prayers of the club had been answered! Teach me your ways!''
I sighed, not this...I smiled slightly,
"Actually, a spell caster," I winked,"Close enough though!"

I looked at his hand and my eyes widened,
"Neko! You're hands are bleeding!"

He was still smiling, but he blushed when I grabbed his hand and looked over it concerned.
"This is really bad…"

A small faint smile was on my lips, he already knows anyway so..

"I may be able to fix it!"

"Please do, lovely spell caster," he bowed his head and I felt a bit flustered- What's with all the attention? Gah! He's going to make me blush!

I held his hand and closed my eyes slightly,
"Schlaufeund Ausbessern, Reparatur der Haut," I was glad that the spell was in German- so no bunnies this time!

I opened my eyes slightly and saw the faint gold shimmer go from my hand onto his and his wound closed up. He looked at me awed,
"That is…amazing."
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I still can't believe Nekozawa knows. He's lucky though. I trust him with it because he's…sort of a witch. I mean, he's trying. And he understands the importance of it being a secret. He's one of the very few people I trust (Ikuo, Haruhi, Ritsu, Tetsuya being the others). Either way, I haven't told any non-magical about my powers before. This is bound to be interesting.

Either way, I didn't have to host today (I did go to the Black Magic Club today instead after all). I wonder if maybe a change in scenery when I do the spells may help? With that thought (I think it's a pretty good idea- nyan!), I headed to the garden after I put up my cloak in my locker. I put the pet in my purse.

It was well after school hours- I knew that the host club was done for the day too. The school looked pretty dark- I didn't see any lights. So, I assumed that no one was there. I headed to a deep part of the garden- away from prying eyes. I looked around and it seemed safe. I let the smell of roses comfort me as I took the book out of my purse. I knew there was a small risk of putting the book in my bag- but I wasn't too worried. After all, the purse does have an anti-thief charm. I smiled and read the words on the page- let's see…the dragon didn't work- and I have yet to get rid of the many bunnies (I tried the spell a few times each with the same result)…so this time, I'll try…I closed my eyes and let my finger land on a random part of the page. I smiled,

"Okay," I said to myself, "conjuring up a black cat."
Dragons, cats, and bunnies oh my! Either way- all the animal spells must be bad luck. But it was important. Spell casters were nature-lovers, we prided ourselves on our ability to care for animals. Even if it was dragons or cats or mice or kangaroos (long story).

"Risus Pulchritudinem v-,"
"Sena-chan?"
"-na dang it."

I winced as a small bunny appeared and then hopped away. Why is it always bunnies? Oh yeah, they're my spirit animal. Every spell caster, and witch, had an inner animal. The animal was what they were most like, most capable with, and they bonded with that animal a lot (if they got a pet that was their inner animal then the pet would never leave their side). And not to mention when an animal-conjuring spell usually went bonkers…it was the inner animal that appeared. Luckily, mine's not a dragon….I giggled, that would be cool though.

Then I realized that I had messed up because someone had spoken to me. I turned with wide eyes to see Tetsuya and Ritsu. Three people in one day…I could always do a memory spell but then he would forget me entirely and I don't want that. He's still my friend. I smiled innocently,
"Hello Tetsuya! Ritsu!"
"What…what were you doing," Tetsuya asked concerned. I rubbed the back of my neck sheepishly,

"Ahh…nothing?"
They both gave me pointed looks and I smiled- but it was an innocent I-didn't-steal-the-last-cookie smile.

"…Magic," I admitted with a defeated sigh.
"Black Magic," Ritsu said with wide eyes, "That you learned from the Black magic Club," he then accused me. I pouted,
"Na-uh," I tsk'ed, "First- it's white magic. Second of all, it's because I'm a Spellcaster."

They both were unconvinced. I ran a hand through my hair,

"Okay uhh…I come in peace?"

Ah, they're chuckling now. I broke the ice- that's a good step….I still have a lot of explaining to do though.
"Sena-chan," another voice called and I turned to see Nekozawa.

"It's lovely outside, but still dangerous. I wish to walk you home," he bowed slightly and then smirked, "lovely spellcaster."
I blushed faintly and Tetsuya seemed unnerved and a bit mad.

"I'll walk you home too."
"I as well," Ritsu agreed.

Cool, I got my own gang now.

When we finally got to my apartment, Tetsuya and Ritsu were a bit calmer. I had explained that I was a spellcaster and I explained what it was very carefully. Nekozawa, however, failed to believe it was white magic and therefore still thinks that I am an 'artist in the black arts.' His words, not mine. Either way, when I opened the door, I offered for them to come in. Ritsu politely declined that he had to get back but Nekozawa and Tetsuya eagerly came in.

"It's cute," Tetsuya smiled as he picked up a bunny. Then he noticed the other twenty bunnies. Nekozawa looked at me in utter confusion. I giggled. Tetsuya looked at me for an explanation,
"Why do you have so many bunnies?"

"…A spell gone wrong."

"What were you trying to do that you accidentally got bunnies," Tetsuya said in disbelief. I rubbed the back of my neck sheepishly,
"I was trying to conjure a dragon."
"A dragon," they said in disbelief. I shrugged,
"It would've been a baby one," I defended, "and they're pretty nice, cute…and baby ones are small!"