5,000 people died last Thursday...and only one deserved it.

I’m a witch, and not the green and warty kind. Believe me, I didn’t believe it either. I laughed at Harry Potter, but I do wonder if JK Rowling was a witch because she got some things spot on. Anyway back to my whole dying thing.

Dean Rebes was a student of mine and he was a good one, mind you. I could tell since first grade that he was a wizard, but he was too young for me to tell him. So I waited. And waited. And waited. Until finally he reached the sixth grade and I broke the news.

Instead of the usual bombarding questions, or the occasional crying - he laughed. I stared at him with a stern look, until he calmed down. Once he did Dean just smiled and easily said, “Oh, I know.” The tables turned as swiftly as a knife as I asked him how he knew before I told him. He replied, “You’ll see.” Then asked to go to the bathroom. I gave him permission but he went the opposite direction. I followed him and couldn’t catch up. I started to walk faster, then run, then sprint. But still the kid was faster. He aced PE, typical.

He went out the school doors and seemed to go to the center of the courtyard. I used some of my wizardry strength to run like a cheetah and caught up to him. When Dean saw me racing towards him he didn’t leave, which was weird but I decided to go along with it. I finally caught up to him, and he said this in an exasperated tone, “Well finally! I had to go extra slow for you to catch up with me.” I breathed heavily and didn’t understand how that was ‘slow,’ but only one thing caught my mind.

“Wait. You wanted me to catch up with you,” I asked. “Why?”

“So you can witness my glory!” He responded triumphantly.

“Um sorry kid, the only thing I’m witnessing is a whole lot of paperwork for your mom and dad.” I snapped back.

He shook his head, “I don’t think so....” Then he threw his jacket up in the air and shouted “Decloias!” His jacket transformed into a wand which he raised at the sky. I realized what was happening all too late.

I grabbed onto Dean and pointed my wand up his back and shouted, “Expolsivia Dean!” He grinned and said, “You may have killed me, but my friends will be back and they won’t be as merciful as I am.” Then he exploded. And the entire neighborhood and school with it. Somehow I survived, and I realized that Dean lived in an orphanage that taught magic. I looked inside Deans memories, but the clever boy must have erased them. However there was a sliver of a piece left with voices saying, “The first time you learned how to do magic was incredible. Good boy, Dean.”