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Originally Posted by RedRum
He's awesome!
His name is Wesley.
Day #1:
Wesley extends his hand as he introduces himself. I respond in kind.
He seems to be mentally scrutinizing me, his expression suggests that he can tell I haven't accomplished much with my life.
He disappears down the hall and returns a few minutes later with a book from my bedroom. He takes a seat in the recliner to my right, perhaps just under ten feet from my seat on the couch in the middle of the living room sitting area and opens the book.
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Day #2:
With a look of disapproval, Wesley greets as I enter the living room after I'd gotten up and groomed.
He'd made breakfast and out of politeness has saved me some.
I feel as though I've disrespected his thoughtfulness when absolute self-righteous disgust paints itself over his features as I re-emerge from the kitchen with a glass of chocolate milk along with the plate. Realizing my mistake, I quickly apologize but he just gives me a jibe about how a calf like himself was starved to fill my glass.
He returns his focus to an unfamiliar leather-bound volume with just a thin gold trim around the edge and a pentagram in the center which has been in his lap the entire time.
"You're studying Wicca?" I inquire. He looks up, rather surprised at my recognition.
He explains that he is from a long line of powerful sorcerers.
"You can do real majick? Can you show me?"
He explains that he is still at a moderate level but he reaches into his back pocket and produces a wand. He waves it at my glass of chocolate milk. He utters a few words and it transforms into orange juice.
My eyes bug out and I pick up the glass to examine its new contents. I take a small, wary sip. Then several larger sips. It's definitely orange juice. I'm so fascinated that I'm not even upset that I lost my chocolate milk.
I turn my gaze at Wesley who watches my reaction, admiring his work smugly.
"I wanna know more!" I say. "Can you teach me?"