The beige curtains in Scorpius’s room were slightly swaying. Scorpius, a ten year old, orphan who has messy Auburn hair with olive green eyes which were currently occupied with a beautiful view, he was on top of his messy bed which had sketches of brilliant ideas which only Scorpius could think of. Scorpius lived in the country side in a meadow full of long blades of grass which were taller than Scorpius and even some of the sunflowers reached up to Scorpius’s windowsill. The stunning rays of the sun were strong, violent but Scorpius couldn’t turn back, he thought he was “addicted” to the sun.

The paper and pen in his pale hands began to draw like they had their own mind. He focused on the birds outside which were trying to come inside and take away Scorpius’s things. Scorpius was interested in nature but he’s never been too addicted until today he got distracted because he heard loud bangs like distant shots from a gun. He pressed his ear against his dusty floorboard, he could hear the voice of his father and his last words “Scorpius Olympius Noire, There will be a time that the secrets will all be revealed and you- will be a savior.” Scorpius moved his spot and pressed his ear again. There was a silent conversation, as the sky got darker the conversation got harsher, louder and more confusing. “Mary! You can’t always keep it a secret.” Scorpius’s grandfather yelled to his daughter who was Scorpius’s mother. “If I don’t Scorpius will get scared! I don’t want him to be scared he’s just a child, .” “But mom, if my brother Scorpius, doesn’t know what in the world is happening he will just be more confused.” Scorpius heard someone smack the chair and run upstairs. Scorpius quickly crawled across the floor and jumped onto the oak chair which was slightly wobbling and rocking.

“All the secrets revealed?” Scorpius said to himself while resting his head on a wooden desk and looking towards an empty sheet of paper which Scorpius was going to use for drawing but he never got the time to.  What was his family hiding? Scorpius raised his head up and opened up a drawer in his dark oak desk (which still smelt brand new) and took out the locket his father gave him but Scorpius never wore it because the chain always broke off and he didn’t want to lose it so he just kept it in his desk’s drawer. He held the Locket and tossed it between his two hands. “Savior? How will I be a savior if I can’t even convince anyone?”

A few hours later Scorpius was leaning his head against his bookshelf which had made some dents on the brown wallpaper and scratches on the spruce wooden floor. Scorpius fell asleep with his glasses on his head and his auburn hair hitting his freckled nose which made him sneeze. The locket in his hand fell down and broke open which showed a note and a folded up picture. The family was still having dinner without Scorpius, they all thought he heard what they said and refused to call him for dinner. Scorpius didn’t eat lunch nor did he eat dinner and he was starving but he didn’t know that he was hungry because his thoughts distracted him like they didn’t want him to wake up as if they were planning to send him off somewhere.

It was 12:00 am. Scorpius’s alarm clock starting ringing but Scorpius couldn’t notice that. Scorpius kept on sliding off of his chair and suddenly he fell off head first, flipped over and hit his chin on the dusty wooden floor beneath the desk. Scorpius cleaned his glasses using his blue, woolen, pajama shirt and then slid his slippers on and looked outside of the window, something felt odd he had a bad feeling about something. He was about to doze off until he heard singing which made him wide awake again. This time it wasn’t Emma’s awkward singing, this singing voice was coming from the forest behind the meadow. He went onto his balcony and searched around the area. He looked at the moon and realized that he didn’t have the old locket with him. He searched everywhere until he heard singing again and a voice of a young girl, probably about fifteen-to-sixteen-years-old. He heard the voice sing the word “Aluminee.” It echoed throughout the whole meadow. A spark of light hit the small desk lamp on his desk which His dad gave to him when he was four. The small spark chased Scorpius around his room and then got hold of Scorpius’s hand which was turning blue by the second, Scorpius tried throwing thick books at the spark using his other hand but it only got tighter. 

The spark broke through his window and dragged him outside. He closed his eyes shut and covered his head with his other hand which was full of sweat. He thought he would fall but he noticed he didn’t fall he peeped his eyes open and looked around, he saw that he was flying, with the help of a random white spark which came from the forest. Scorpius could feel the fresh air running through his face, he held onto his glasses which kind of shattered because of how fast the wind was moving. It was as if the wind was going to an important meeting and the wind had to rush all over Scorpius’s face in order to get to their destination.

Scorpius was getting a little motion sick, every time he looked down his face looked paler than before. His hands were turning blue like the color of the wheel barrow that they haven’t used in ten years. When Scorpius was going to let it out he reached the forest. He held onto his stomach as the spark dropped him down to the thick, wet grass. Scorpius held onto his stomach, It felt like a volcano of molten lava which was much more acidic than his own stomach acid. The spark stood beside Scorpius as Scorpius made uncomfortable noises, Scorpius’s eyes were red like a dragon’s scales, and tears ran out of his eyes as he tried pulling them back. He wiped his eyes and got up he examined the mushy grass beneath his bare feet which were once covered by his fluffy bedside slippers. While looking around he heard a voice, a voice of a woman; “Don’t worry it’s your first time flying. Usually everyone who flies, well, pukes, but luckily you didn’t!” Scorpius looked around to see where the voice was coming and finally laid his watery olive eyes on a thick berry bush. A girl came out of the bush, she had pale pink skin and a darker shade of pink ran from her hair which reached all the way to her hips. Her hair was straight and left open. There were rose petals in her hair. She had coal black eyes which entirely didn’t match with the flower crown on her head.

Scorpius looked at her from head to toe. “I hope I don’t offend you but, who are you and are you even human?” Scorpius said while looking down embarrassed.  “Oh no, I’m sorry, I’m Rosalind Caper, You can call me Rose, and yes I may look not-human-like but I was, once a human.” Scorpius looked at her confused but refused to ask her about what she meant by “Once.” Rose pulled a “wand” out, It had vines around it and the tip of her wand was covered by small roses.”Alluminien.” she said pointing her wand towards the spark of light which squeezed into her wand. “Is that what I think it is..?” Scorpius said looking up through his broken glasses “If you’re thinking about magic then, yes.” “Why am I here?” “well, you’re father was a great wizard, He was always an introvert and never really talked to anyone, he saved the Magic world from a corrupt power, who was always drunk in power, well stories over, the end.” Rose pointed her wand towards Scorpius and chanted out some words “We witches three, save the king made for a good destiny, let him have good sleep.” Rosalind brought out a potion and poured some in her pink hand which looked yellow for some reason and she threw the water on top of Scorpius.

The next day, Scorpius woke up at 5:00 am to see the sun rising, Scorpius was nicely tucked in, he felt warm and cozy but he got up anyways. He rushed to his window and stared at a blue reflection of him, His glasses were fixed and there was a small withered rose and the end of the hoop-part of his glasses. Scorpius looked around his room, to see that it was all organized and cleaned up. Scorpius went to fix his bed, he jumped on top of his bed and fixed the bedding, he thought about what had happened last night.

He finished making his bed and ran to the bathroom to quickly brush his teeth and change into his nerdy clothing, he wore a baggy grey shirt which was tucked into some black jeans which was topped off with a black jacket. Scorpius felt in a good mood and even decided to comb his hair which still looked messy no matter what.

“What happened yesterday? I mean was that a dream, is my father a wizard?” He ran back to his room and started looking for some clues, he threw his books out of their place and he destroyed his cardboard castle which has paintings of flowers on them, Scorpius looked around and eventually fell down on his bed with his arms open. He fell asleep again until he heard the loud call of his grandfather “Scorpius, come down here!” Scorpius called down his bed and picked up the withered roses that Rosalind left for him. It had a note which was written on a torn piece of brown paper, all the words were scrambled. As Scorpius tried to decode the writing, Emma barged into the room, she always wore different-colored jumpers and on formal occasions she would either wear a skirt or overalls.

Emma cleared her throat, which made Scorpius jump and turn around hiding the note and the withered roses. “Scorpius? What are you doing? You seem a little.” Emma said as she was thinking about what she was supposed to say “Suspicious.” Scorpius ignored his sister and hid the note in his pocket and left the roses in their place, he got up and turned his back towards his sister which made Emma mad considering the fact that she hates being left alone and ignored. As Scorpius walked downstairs he saw everyone worried and looking down at their shoes. Emma followed him and pushed him along the way. “What’s going on?” Scorpius said as he plopped down on the sofa next to his mother. “Scorpius, we need to talk.” Grand-pa said as sweat dripped off his bald head onto his forehead as if his bald head was crying tears of sweat. “You’re a, you’re a.” Grand-pa looked back and then looked down at his feet “You’re a cookie, a chocolate chip one!” Emma said as she grinned at him “I am? How unfortunate. I guess I’m going to be eaten.” He replied as he ran off into the meadow, Emma looked at her mother and ran after Scorpius. While running around Scorpius stopped and Emma pulled her wand out. “You know it too? You’re a witch” Scorpius said surprised “Well, how do you know?”  he pulled out a note from his pocket which was signed by “Rosalind Caper, From the Investigation Department of the Noire Magic Press.” “You know her too?” Emma said as Scorpius sat down next to the small pond his Grand-pa dug in his 30’s “am I supposed to know her?” Scorpius said as he showed Emma the ends of his glasses which had withered roses growing on them, they were tiny and unnoticeable but she managed to see them. “Do mum and Grand-ma and Grand-pa know about her?” He said as he put his glasses on “no, she is an important person to the community, Mum and Grand-pa and Grand-ma are Light magic but a withered rose means that we are dark magic related.” Emma replied “We-“Scorpius said while pulling his hair back. Emma pulled out her hair-tie which was actually a withered rose “We, me and you, we both are dark magic, an important breed to the Magic world, but we can’t tell them because they practically hate black magic, they had a war or an argument with them.”  Scorpius couldn’t help but notice that his sister actually understood what he was talking about. She grinned at him and said “We need to keep our magic a secret, if they find out, the consequences are severe.” “Wait, Emma, can you tell me all about the black magic’s and the white magic’s.” Emma looked at him with his eyes wide open and then she closed them and said “That’s for me to know and you to find out.”