I thought I’d write a little teaser for my current WIP. In this short, we see the main character, Thomas, a year into Blackworth Academy. The mischievous twelve-year-old tests out a new spell he “learned” and his best friend is his guinea pig.
The school didn’t look like a place of education, it was more reminiscent of an old English estate. Gothic architecture, large single glazed windows, enormous dark wooden doors and grand staircases. This was Blackworth Academy and it was no ordinary school in the middle of the British countryside. It did teach students some of the usual subjects, like Maths and English, but they were secondary subjects, the main subject of this prestigious school was magic.
A young second year called Thomas was known throughout the school as the troublemaker, the class clown of the second years. Always in trouble with his teachers and constantly dragging his friends along for the adventure. He was surprisingly charismatic for a twelve-year-old and extremely intelligent. But he had his flaws, just like every other student.
“I’m telling you, I can’t do it!”
Thomas laughed at his best friend and placed his hands on his hips. His green-grey eyes sparkled in the sunlight as excitement bubbled to bursting point. “Yes, you can Jake, you’re just not trying hard enough.”
“This spell is for fourth years.”
“Hmph,” Thomas scoffed. He leaned in towards Jake and shot him that cheeky grin he was so famous for. “Then how was I able to do it last night?”
Jake glared at Thomas and pointed at his face threateningly. “Do it now then! Go on!”
Thomas turned his back on his friend and took five steps away from him before turning on the spot. “Don’t blink, or you’ll miss it.” The truth was, he didn’t really know how to do the spell, he was just winding Jake up because it was a fun way to pass the time. He glanced around, everyone that had been walking through the field had now stopped to watch. They had heard Jake’s shouts and were curious as to what trouble Thomas was causing now. At least they were outside on the field experimenting this time.
Thomas gulped and held his right hand out in front of him. He ignored the gazes that were fixated on him and stared at the palm of his hand. He was beginning to sweat and hoped it wasn’t visible to Jake, or he’d be found out. Producing fire was easy, that was a first-year rubbish, but controlling fire was another matter entirely. Something that students weren’t allowed to attempt until they were older and more mature. But Thomas was impatient.
A ball of fire appeared in his hand and he breathed a sigh of relief. He pointed his palm at Jake and concentrated all of his magical energy into the blue ball of flame. His hand shook as the fire swelled and engulfed his entire hand before shooting out and hitting Jake square in the chest.
Jake looked down at his chest in disbelief, his shirt was burning and then, without warning, he was covered in blue flame. He released a scream and fell to the grass in desperation.
Thomas erupted into laughter as his friend rolled on the floor. “Told you I could do it,” he bragged, his voice unable to hide his own surprise. He watched as a fifth-year ran over and with a flourish, doused Jake in water to help put out the flame. The stench of burning cotton and flesh reached his nose and his smile faded somewhat. “Are you okay?” he asked sheepishly.
A window on the third floor swung open, “Thomas Blake! Headmaster’s office…NOW!”