Jon decided to take the plunge; he could always use the stone to stop them talking.
“Can I trust you two to keep this between us three?” He asked, taking the box that held the stone from his bag. The two of them looked at each other, shrugged then back at Jon and nodded. Swallowing he opened the box. “I inherited this from my grandfather recently. It’s a magical artefact of some kind.”
Trevor raised an eyebrow disbelievingly.
Jon sighed and said “I wish this couch was purple and in good condition.” The three of them looked away for a second and when they looked back Damian and Trevor gasped.
“Why are you telling us this?” asked Damian, running a hand over the upholstery.
“I was thinking maybe we could covertly form some sort of familiar club where all familiars are welcome.”
“I dunno,” commented Trevor, rubbing his chin “How would we get the word out and how would we meet unnoticed?”
“With the stone,” said Jon “What if we made this tower into a clubhouse? And we can make it so only familiars can enter or would even think to enter.”
The other two looked skeptical but nodded.
“Okay,” said Jon, taking a deep breath “I wish that only familiars can enter this tower and the adjoining classrooms. I also wish that only familiars would think to enter it. Next I wish that this is neutral ground so familiars will leave any bad blood at the door.”
The three glanced around but didn’t see any changes. Trevor frowned and said “Did it work?”
Jon shrugged. “Unless you want to try dragging a normal person in, don’t think we’d know.”
“Point.”
Jon looked around and said “I wish this place was spruced up and the interior fully repaired but the exterior still looks the same.” This time there was a noticeable change; the walls became clean with a fresh coat of paint and the discarded furniture disappeared, replaced by quality furnishings. There were even a couple of vending machines in one corner.
“Swanky,” grinned Damian.
Jon nodded. “That’s probably enough for now.”
“So how do we get the other familiars here?” asked Trevor, plopping down into an armchair.”
“Spread the word covertly?” suggested Jon. “You guys must know some familiars, so tell them. They probably know some you don’t do they tell them and so on.”
Before anyone could say anything, the bell for first period rang.
