Learning about Magic “Go upstairs and play with your sister.” Dillon told his eldest daughter. The girls were four years apart and for a nine year old, that age gap was like a life time. Farrah hated having to play with her five year old sister. Cora was all about Barbies and baby dolls. Farrah was all about fashion and singing. She didn’t play with little baby stuff anymore and she hated being forced to do it too.
“But Daaaad” Farrah whined. “Cora doesn’t play fair! I hate playing with her.” She stated, a foot slamming on the floor for good measure. “She cheats at everything and when she loses, she cries about it!”
“She’s five, Farrah.” Dillon said with the patience of a Saint. “She doesn’t understand rules yet and she still trying to learn what losing gracefully means. You as her big sister, have to help her by playing a good Role Model with it.”
“But she’s a sore winner! And it’s not even like she really won to begin with, she just cheated her way to it.” Farrah countered, pouting and crossing her arms in a huffy state.
“Please, Farrah, I’ll give you these skittles as a reward for being nice with your sister.” Dillon bribed, not ashamed by this Farrah hesitated for a moment while thinking over whether the reward made up for having to spend time with her sister. Deciding that it did, Farrah grabbed the bag of candy and scampered away.
Dillon went back to looking over the files for the cocker spaniel that was currently residing in the attached vet office and hospital with an upset stomach but no reason or cause for it. After Sonora, Dillon had gone onto college, where met his now wife, Emily, and after he graduated, he had gone on to Veterinary school. Sonora had been his real last bit of Magic, deciding to live his life as Muggle with the rest of his family, minus his twin who was living the life in New York City. Her job was easy enough to cover as a simple ‘she’s and Editor at a Publishing company’ without anyone asking any questions.
It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy magic, he really did, but Emily was a Muggle and Dillon didn’t see the point about explaining all of that to her when his career choice was dealing mostly with non-magical creatures. He did take ‘house’ calls to any magical families near his hospital that required help with their kneazle or crup, but that was extremely rare. Life was just easier to not be a part of a world that had been only exclusive to Dillon and Zoey.
Dillon had no intention of telling his wife about that part of his life, until now anyway.
There was a scream and a crash which alerted to Dillon that there was trouble with the girls. Dillon got up and scurried up the stairs to the girls’ play room. Just as he opened the door, he came to a halt at what he thought looked to be the skittles suspended in air. Just frozen in place. As soon as the girls saw him, the skittles dropped from the air and scattered to the floor.
“SHE DID IT!” Both girls yelled out.
“What…what happened?” Dillon asked, still stunned by what he had seen. Was one of his girls’ magical? Or possibly both? Neither had shown any sign of it, at least, none that he had seen until now.
“Cora tried to take my skittles and the bag ripped. She knocked the lamp over and now my skittles are all over the floor!” Farrah protested.
“But the skittles… they were-“
“Flying!” Cora chipped in and giggled. Farrah turned a shade of red that rivaled her hair.
“It’s not my fault! I didn’t want them to fall on the floor!” She argued.
“How often do things like that happen?” Dillon asked. Both girls shrugged. If it had been the first time, Dillon would have claimed it a fluke, but since neither really knew the number, it must have happened often enough to be shrugged off. “Let’s go find Mommy. I think we all need to have a talk.”