Chapter Forty Eight
“Well that was rather pathetic” Grams says, watching as I again attempt to set fire to a pile of wood laying in front of me. I hold back my frustration to try again. A small spark appears, causing me to smile. My grandma walks around me in a circle, giving me an assessing look.
“Yeah, we’ll need to get you a f*****g wand. Your power doesn’t like to come out to play.”
“What? A wand? This isn’t harry potter, Grams.” I say in a bored tone. Ignoring me, she turns to grandpa.
“Get a blood diamond one with an obsidian core and quarts tip.” She instructs him. Gramps disappears and reappears about ten minutes, in which time I’ve ended up scattering the firewood all around the room because of my frustration.
“Stop throwing a tantrum and take this” Gramps mutters, not pleas
