Real Magic
Title: Real Magic
Rating: G
Words: 300 -- a Trabble =)
For ignipes: a happy trabble for her to find when she gets done with her presentation today! Break a leg, baby!
"It isn't real magic though," a tiny boy said. Remus hadn't noticed him until he spoke. He was slight and wiry, with a thick shock of black hair that curled round his face in a cunning sort of way, and he was of an age where the difference between real and make-believe begins to mean a lot. "I mean," he continued earnestly, "it's just conjuring tricks, innit?"
Remus continued to fold the handkerchief he'd been using before replacing it in his pocket. A few straggling members of the small crowd his tricks had drawn inched forward to place a penny or two in his hat lying on the sidewalk, and he inclined his head at them in thanks.
"What do you think?" he asked in his best stage voice.
The boy frowned at him curiously. He rubbed his toe in the dirt. "Dunno," he said finally. "My da says magic isn't real. He says it's all smoke an' mirrors an' hooey."
Remus had to smile at that. "Well that's fine," he replied playfully, "but I didn't ask what your da thought."
The boy wrinkled his nose at him and drew in a breath as though he wanted to speak, but the words were slow to come. "I..." he said at last, a bit uncertainly, "I'd like to think it were real."
"Then do," Remus replied simply, scooping up the worn fedora from the pavement and carefully picking out the coins from its lining. "There are lots of things in this world that only exist when you believe in them. Magic. Friendship. Forgiveness. Even love."
He put his hat on his head, tipped it at the boy, and began to walk towards the other end of the street fair. He reckoned there was enough light left to do one more show.
Feedback is always appreciated. =)
Rating: G
Words: 300 -- a Trabble =)
For ignipes: a happy trabble for her to find when she gets done with her presentation today! Break a leg, baby!
"It isn't real magic though," a tiny boy said. Remus hadn't noticed him until he spoke. He was slight and wiry, with a thick shock of black hair that curled round his face in a cunning sort of way, and he was of an age where the difference between real and make-believe begins to mean a lot. "I mean," he continued earnestly, "it's just conjuring tricks, innit?"
Remus continued to fold the handkerchief he'd been using before replacing it in his pocket. A few straggling members of the small crowd his tricks had drawn inched forward to place a penny or two in his hat lying on the sidewalk, and he inclined his head at them in thanks.
"What do you think?" he asked in his best stage voice.
The boy frowned at him curiously. He rubbed his toe in the dirt. "Dunno," he said finally. "My da says magic isn't real. He says it's all smoke an' mirrors an' hooey."
Remus had to smile at that. "Well that's fine," he replied playfully, "but I didn't ask what your da thought."
The boy wrinkled his nose at him and drew in a breath as though he wanted to speak, but the words were slow to come. "I..." he said at last, a bit uncertainly, "I'd like to think it were real."
"Then do," Remus replied simply, scooping up the worn fedora from the pavement and carefully picking out the coins from its lining. "There are lots of things in this world that only exist when you believe in them. Magic. Friendship. Forgiveness. Even love."
He put his hat on his head, tipped it at the boy, and began to walk towards the other end of the street fair. He reckoned there was enough light left to do one more show.
Feedback is always appreciated. =)