"...what I can do now that I'm a full fledged warlock," said Rick who smiled triumphantly at his own revelation.
"You called me over here to show me your character in World of Warcraft! That's the big surprise!" Jim was absolutely pissed at being called over for something as stupid as Rick making a new character in a game.
"No, Jim, I mean I am a real life spellcaster. Let me explain from the beginning. You know those spare rooms in the school gym that are being remodeled right now?"
"Yes. They've been off limits since we were Freshmen."
"Exactly," yelled Rick. "According to my mom and dad they were being remodeled the entire time they were high schoolers as well. They've always been remodeling those rooms since the school first opened."
"Is this explanation actually going somewhere?"
"Don't you see? It's just a big cover up to keep people out of there so they don't find out the truth."
"And the truth is," asked an increasingly annoyed Jim.
"The truth is that they hold classes on magic in those rooms. Every school year they pick two freshmen, one male and one female, with the highest aptitude for magic. They then teach them how to perform real feats of magic, not that David Copperfield slight of hand bullshit, the REAL THING. I was picked during my Freshmen year and introduced to the fundamentals of magic. So everyday for seventh period I went to my spellcasting class and was taught by a real life wizard, I can't tell you his name because we are forbidden to utter it, but he taught us all the in's and out's of magic in secret. Nobody else at the school knows about this, even the principal."
An awkward silence fell upon the room as Jim gave Rick a go to hell look.
"I can't belive you called me over here for this bullshit, Rick," said Jim who turned around to leave.
"Alright! Alright!" Rick waved his hands about trying to keep Jim from leaving. "I know it's alot to swallow so let me just show you what I can do."
Jim stopped and turned around. "Ok, Harry Potter. Show me what you can do."
