I walked along with Cole and Hannah, who was the Hufflepuff that had found Cole. We had all coincidently landed in the same group.

"I wonder what General Magic is?" Hannah said.

"Me too," I said, agreeing.

"Yeah, but what about the supplies we need? Like I know we need certain things for certain classes, but not this," Cole said, bringing up a good point.

"True," I said, agreeing with him too.

Finally, we reached a door that said, "WELCOME TO GENERAL MAGIC!" We opened it and stepped inside. The classroom was surprisingly empty, except for a young man who I assumed was the teacher. I guessed he was about twenty-one, so only a couple of years older than us. He had grey eyes and black hair. Like so black, it blended in perfectly with the night sky. He had a tan and he was sitting at the center of a bunch of- wait - technology? Doesn't it go haywire around magic? If so, how had it not spontaneously combusted? Our teacher should be engulfed in flames and yet he is not!

"How is that thing operating around a place practically filled with magic!" I blurted out.

"We infuse the technology with magic and therefore, not only protects said technology from becoming several million pieces in a fiery explosion but empowers the computers to track such magic. If someone casts a single spell, the computers can tell it happened," our teacher started. "By the way, I am Mr. Fielding. Oh, and you may move the desks as long as you put them back at the end of class."

He wrote on a whiteboard that resided behind his desk, "Hello, I am Mr. Fielding. If you are willing to put the desks back at the end of class, you may move them." Cole, Hannah, and I all sat down at three neighboring desks and pushed them together so that we all sat near each other.

"I don't know about you guys, but I think Mr. Fielding is hot," I whispered.

"You're gay?" Hannah asks, also whispering.

"Bisexual technically," I said.

We quickly became quiet after I mentioned that Mr. Fielding was coming towards us. After the classroom had become filled and quieted down, Mr. Fielding began the lesson.

"So, what do you do if your wand gets taken away?" he asked.

"Hide and hope for the best?" a student reluctantly answered.

"Not gonna work out for you," Fielding said in response. "Anyone else?" When no one raised their hand, he continued. "You can still do magic without a wand. Just a different kind of magic."

"Everyone, go into that closet," He said, pointing to a door, "and get a book from each stack."

Everyone complied and crowded the door, all reaching for the books.

"Get into a single file line!" Fielding snapped, attempting to regain order.

Immediately, we all rushed to form a perfect line. One by one, we got our books and returned to our desks. All the books were purple and began with "Witchery".

"Everyone, calmly stand up and in an orderly fashion, get into a line." the teacher said. He turned around a opened a door that somehow I had not noticed before. Soon, all I could about was "What?"

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Published: Feburary 17, 2019

Word Count: 542

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Hey guys! Totally no intentional cliffhanger or anything.