Snippet #1598557

Merlin had not slept that night. He had been too absorbed attempting to refine an enchantment to a pair of Converse shoes. If it worked, the shoes would allow the wearer to run at unfathomable speeds. Looking at the shoes, he closed the worn leather-bound book in his hand and gave a content sigh. "That should be it," he said with a smile. "Now, to test them..."

Looking up to the clock against his wall, his face fell. "Potions and polywogs, I'm going to be late!" He pulled out a fine wooden wand, flicking them at certain objects as they did their intended jobs. As he walked from the large room, the toaster sent two pieces of toast, buttered graciously, toward the tall man, who caught them with ease, eating them quickly. He jumped into a floating pair of black dress pants, his feet landing in his nice black shoes. As the shoes laced themselves, he pulled on a floating white undershirt, which buttoned and tucked itself. Then the tie, which wrapped around and made a perfect knot, though doing so rather tightly. While Merlin adjusted the tie, the black jacket appeared behind him, which Merlin put on and buttoned himself.

Now a mere ten feet from the door, Merlin mentally checked off each item as it flew into his pockets: "Wallet, keys, magic bag, potion bag, wand..." as he opened the door, he grabbed his book, waiting loyally. "...book." Closing and locking the door, he pulled out a small bag, alternately striping in royal purple and navy blue. Opening the bag, he produced a pinch of sparkling blue powder, and cleared his throat.

"Scavva sneric loohcs!" He proclaimed the magical words loudly, throwing down the pinch of powder. Upon contact with the ground, the powder exploded into a dark purple smoke, which envoloped Merlin. The smoke cleared, revealing the man's vanishing.

In a dorm room of the campus of the college, which was a good twenty miles from his home, Merlin reappeared in the same bang of purple smoke. Looking around, he muttered, "Hmm, this isn't the main hall. I guess I must clarify that next time..." He looked behind himself to see that he wasn't alone. He was in the dorm of two women, of whom were just getting up and ready. "A thousand pardons, m'ladies." He gave the apology with a slight bow, then made his exit.

After navigating his way out of the dorms, he stopped in at a coffee shop. He ordered his usual: black coffee. He took out another small bag, green in color. He rummaged around the bag for a few moments, then pulled out a flask that was well equal to the size of the bag itself. He poured out a clear liquid into his drink, put the flask away, then sipped at his now-perfect coffee, giving a sigh of content.